- Erotic Poetry
- Five Hundred Times...Please?
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Click hereFive hundred, private, photographs ago
Common threads waved, like flags.
My need to please Him, ever tantamount, in review.
On the count of three, say, “Please.”
If there is one thing He cannot Collar
It is my ingénue debut. The hunger to please Him.
Yet, He syncopates His own release; calls curtains at His will,
Deciding if, or when, I may whisper the word.
To present, and to “ask,” to serve His needs
Or, to merely afford a collection of untouchable, aesthetic pleasures…
All timeless volumes of devotion!
The dual, definitive remains, “Please.”
Five hundred, private, photographs ago
I became His.
Surely, each speaks one thousand words.
Beginning, and ending, with one word.
“Please.”
Brigid, for Sting
Five Hundred Times Over
January 25, 2008
- COMMENTS
KOLKOREabout 16 years agoand yet it feels true, as in this poem, that one person's chains (or hell) could be another's sexual heaven... Oh yes - thanks, for the poem I mean.
