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A Pirate's Love
I was like a pirate riding tides below.
Frantically, I forced open doors
that should have remained closed.
While we crawled at fleshy walls
meant for our protection,
unseen children cried
beneath the thrum of
our love-making.
When I swallowed the crude pulsing of his lusts,
I tasted the weight of our transgressions.
Frantically, I forced open doors
that should have remained closed.
While we crawled at fleshy walls
meant for our protection,
unseen children cried
beneath the thrum of
our love-making.
When I swallowed the crude pulsing of his lusts,
I tasted the weight of our transgressions.
Published 20th May 2023
| Edited 21st May 2023
Author's Note
To lessen my grief, I was the aggressor with a married man. The sexual release felt good but I was filled with guilt for those I may have hurt. My first time after mother's death will be remembered with sadness.
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20th May 2023 3:40pm
If you feel the moment then live it. Hope you enjoy orgasmic bliss. Keep on writing.
Interesting the way you depict the encounter likening it to being a pirate on board another's ship. It's not only men (thinking almost of the Viking raiders) who plunder and pillage, I come away thinking as a reader.
The face in the picture encapsulates the mixture ecstasy, grief and regret that went into the encounter.
The face in the picture encapsulates the mixture ecstasy, grief and regret that went into the encounter.
