Master

by Jacki   Oct 26, 2004


Your body aches my mind,
gently and violently.
You make me convulse in
shivers of pleasure;
your touch is unrecognizable.
Your fingers guide my souls
path until my body breaks.
I will ease the anger unto
the pleasure that you so eagerly
want me to get.
Just a bite, just a nibble
and I'm yours forever to have.
I will bleed for you when
you call upon me,
and my wrist is open for the taking.
I'm your slave, my master,
my body and mind ache
so gently so violently,
So unimaginable it feels like
a guilty pleasure my dear,
Dracula

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  • 20 years ago

    by FTS Miles

    I think I would have to agree with Timothy... it was going well until "Dracula". That it was a vampiric poesy was clear... I think something far less blatant and charged than Vlad as an ending would be perfect. In fact, ending with "a guilty pleasure, my dear..." would be great. Regardless, with that exception, I really enjoyed this poem.

  • 20 years ago

    by Timothy

    I'm sorry, i do like a lot of your work, but I just thought this poem ended badly...sorry brutaully honest i know.

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