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[ CC ] My Soul Dominatrixed In Bondage Moments
My soul Dominatrixed in Bondage moments
Long Dungeoned, latexed from her Destiny
I seek recompense in matrixed rendesvous
decadence with Classical Poetry
willing Mistresses dispense
Elizabeth Bishop bites her lips -
pigtailed thought of mine she does pull -
haunting my hollows with her
keen observations harnessed
amidst every taut handful
and taunting that follows -
slave to Assessments in prose
I am a voluntary guest at best
Meanwhile, Emily Dickinson, deviant
dickens she is - her Liquor goes
straight through to my hips!
Back in sockets, eyes roll
as I become drenched, full
from Tongued sips of which drips
passion - never fails - o'erflows
in usual fashion - metaphorical trips!
Play so ... wordy, it feels ... dirrrrrrty
Unbuckled - left a moist heap on the floor
Such strain and pain this body did take!
Oh my God!
How it does ache for more!
Was it Lust or Love?
Poetic Medic, I need
My Consonance, wore
and Assonance, sore
No doubt requiring Bandage
Mistresses of Classical Poetry for
you I will continue to bleed in
homage
#EmilyDickinson
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