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Click hereyour power
your power
comes
through me.
your voice.
my voice.
your touch-
my touch.
your taste-
my taste.
your need,
my need.
your power
comes through me.
it dribbles
sweet and glistening.
liquid honey
awaiting
your hunger,
your kiss,
your hard,
beautiful cock.
your power
comes
through me.
it shudders,
like the last clutch
of my cunt
around
your rock hard cock.
after you’ve spent me
and filled me
with the need
for your sweet, sweet seed,
you spill into my blood
so easily.
your mark,
your power,
You
come through me.
This poem compels and stirs with its verse stripped down almost entirely to the primal force of incantatory rhythm. The reptition of phrases does its thing, hooking you into the music--and power--of logos and eros, words and sex. There's no fancy rhetoric in the words, and no sweet romance in the sex, but you feel the strength of the passion...and the psychic allure of submission to a cockstrong man (and to the mind of a poet).