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Submissie
i watch you inside my head
with eyes like binocular surveillance
spinning bulls
dancing widdershins
in mind erasing rituals,
from witchy book
voodoo tropical itch
that spits a mudslide
and who are you in this poem
maybe a hungry ghost or
just a girl who has a kink
for shadows burn
from midnight suns
algorithms of bleated conundrums
and luminous smiling star eyed teeth
your undulant music
melodically bleeds desire
swelling
aching worm tongued clitori
in teary shredded panties
that bows her head like sinking stones
to touch blood silent puddles
of Pomegranate Martinis encircled by
drunken Pentecostal Lucifer's
better than a kiss could ever be
you would kill to die goat horned
pink as dingo cock
and held down by storming arms
that stop you dead past memories blur
a martyred fruit darker than night
in a leg show
scumbag halo resurrection
under threat
ankles bound
fledged
split wide and trussed
she panted
"I hate pain
but love being forced to take it".
with eyes like binocular surveillance
spinning bulls
dancing widdershins
in mind erasing rituals,
from witchy book
voodoo tropical itch
that spits a mudslide
and who are you in this poem
maybe a hungry ghost or
just a girl who has a kink
for shadows burn
from midnight suns
algorithms of bleated conundrums
and luminous smiling star eyed teeth
your undulant music
melodically bleeds desire
swelling
aching worm tongued clitori
in teary shredded panties
that bows her head like sinking stones
to touch blood silent puddles
of Pomegranate Martinis encircled by
drunken Pentecostal Lucifer's
better than a kiss could ever be
you would kill to die goat horned
pink as dingo cock
and held down by storming arms
that stop you dead past memories blur
a martyred fruit darker than night
in a leg show
scumbag halo resurrection
under threat
ankles bound
fledged
split wide and trussed
she panted
"I hate pain
but love being forced to take it".
Published 21st Oct 2021
Author's Note
a poem about the erotic side of submission and dominance
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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22nd Oct 2021 3:57pm
I love the richness of your language - undulant, melodic, pomegranate &c and the theme is fun too
Thank you...Its a bit lonely writing about the dark side of sensuality and erotasisim, so I doubly appreciate your comment plus from the picture you have to represent yourself I know we have a shared understanding of dominance and submission:)))
Anonymous
- Edited 1st Jan 2022 9:45pm
23rd Oct 2021 6:35pm
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23rd Oct 2021 7:08pm
I so appreciate your kind remarks and just to let you know I very much like the way you write too!
Anonymous
- Edited 1st Jan 2022 9:45pm
23rd Oct 2021 10:07pm
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