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creeping just as pleases you
What a relief
I was loosing breath
and finally a new message from you
Please don't let me in the dark,
not for so much time
Even if I wish yours punishments,
I can't endure this torment
I fell lost without your smile
blind without your light
I am numb without you
life has a reason only when I hear from you
A reduced existence
to the time I read your messages
the intermediate things does not count
and disappears into nothingness
How the internal combustion like?
I keep it badly
burns are unbearably painful
but I can not say stop
Go ahead, still tears at me,
do not write to me for another 24 hours
And surely I ll be ready to ask for mercy
creeping just as pleases you
Why limit yourself to hurt me in flesh
when you can also slay my soul?
I was loosing breath
and finally a new message from you
Please don't let me in the dark,
not for so much time
Even if I wish yours punishments,
I can't endure this torment
I fell lost without your smile
blind without your light
I am numb without you
life has a reason only when I hear from you
A reduced existence
to the time I read your messages
the intermediate things does not count
and disappears into nothingness
How the internal combustion like?
I keep it badly
burns are unbearably painful
but I can not say stop
Go ahead, still tears at me,
do not write to me for another 24 hours
And surely I ll be ready to ask for mercy
creeping just as pleases you
Why limit yourself to hurt me in flesh
when you can also slay my soul?
Written by
Luca
(Luca Della Casa)
Published 15th Mar 2012
| Edited 21st Mar 2012
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Hmm.
Anonymous
15th Mar 2012 3:13pm
Luca.
What is this really about?
What is this really about?
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re: Hmm.
It is about the devotion I have for a person. With which I can only exchange messages. Since she lives across the planet.
She is my virtual mistress.
It's about the feeling of loss I feel when I have not heard from her.
It sounds stupid, but it is so difficult to find a soul mate with whom to share the most intimate passions.
Devotion is a very important word for me.
I use it only with very few people that I consider worthy.
She is my virtual mistress.
It's about the feeling of loss I feel when I have not heard from her.
It sounds stupid, but it is so difficult to find a soul mate with whom to share the most intimate passions.
Devotion is a very important word for me.
I use it only with very few people that I consider worthy.
re: re: Hmm.
Anonymous
16th Mar 2012 11:34am
I know of what you speak....and the emotions you feel....It is difficult to find a soul mate with whom one can share the most intimate passions...do not feel it is stupid...our world is such that you can travel around the world to meet the person in the same condominium building.....The poem was as usual...very well written
This is the paradox of our times....
Kitty
This is the paradox of our times....
Kitty
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re: re: re: Hmm.
16th Mar 2012 12:27pm
Actually I struggle to find people to share what I have inside. In DUP sometimes I get the impression of having found what I seek. Other times I get a stinging disappointment.
I think that is all about to feel and live what one writes.
The tormented SM relationships with women is an important an aspect of my life. Along with other things like art, music and literature. I try to be myself. Others hide behind false masks and stereotypical attitudes. Fake posers, ya know?
For example you're one of those people with whom are worth sharing comments, opinions and poetry.
Thanks for being there, Kitty.
I think that is all about to feel and live what one writes.
The tormented SM relationships with women is an important an aspect of my life. Along with other things like art, music and literature. I try to be myself. Others hide behind false masks and stereotypical attitudes. Fake posers, ya know?
For example you're one of those people with whom are worth sharing comments, opinions and poetry.
Thanks for being there, Kitty.
re: re: re: re: Hmm.
Anonymous
17th Mar 2012 9:21pm
Your words are so kind
Thank you for being here Luca
Kitty
Thank you for being here Luca
Kitty
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16th Mar 2012 12:33pm
Well is about torment, love and devotion. Is not that terrible if I fell things in this way. I fell desire, lust and pain that's mean I still alive.
Tanks for reading ;)
Tanks for reading ;)
re: hmmmm
16th Mar 2012 11:40am
Devotion
16th Mar 2012 10:34am
Luca,
Having read your poem and your comments, I hope she realizes the special place that she holds in your heart. Very lucky girl to have someone who is so devoted and holds her in such high esteem.
I think it is written truly from your heart.
Cheers. Vixen ;-)xx
Having read your poem and your comments, I hope she realizes the special place that she holds in your heart. Very lucky girl to have someone who is so devoted and holds her in such high esteem.
I think it is written truly from your heart.
Cheers. Vixen ;-)xx
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re: Devotion
16th Mar 2012 12:44pm
She feels the same things that I feel, I think.
And if not, it does not matter.
She is my mistress.
She can torment and abuse me as better prefer.
My longing for her can only grow.
Tanks for your nice comment!
And if not, it does not matter.
She is my mistress.
She can torment and abuse me as better prefer.
My longing for her can only grow.
Tanks for your nice comment!
Very sexy
16th Mar 2012 3:35pm
re: Very sexy
17th Mar 2012 1:01pm
¿Será debido a mi pasión latina?
¡Ya sabes que zapatos ponerte si vienes a visitarme en tu pròximo viaje astral! ;)
Gracias cariño
¡Ya sabes que zapatos ponerte si vienes a visitarme en tu pròximo viaje astral! ;)
Gracias cariño
I know this feeling....
19th Mar 2012 8:56pm
Re: creeping just as pleases you
14th Jan 2014 2:00pm
I too have found a girl such as this, from the beginning we were cast out from the eden of our deep energy garden, through violent star births and deaths unending, rising from the drowning sea of of time in the electric universe of now we sweat ardor in word to drip down the body of our distance
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