- Erotic Poetry
- Villanelle for b.
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Not worshipful, but humble, on your knees
before me in my mind's eye—and this more:
hands tied behind your back, your will to please.
Your clever lips and tongue begin to tease,
provoke my still-clothed body. But I swore
not worshipful, but humbled on your knees
you would at last become. Your hair I seize
and force you up, away. Your eyes implore,
hands tied behind your back, your will to please
yet I do not relent. I want your pleas,
unwilling, drawn up from your very core,
not worshipful, but humble, on your knees.
Those keening whines, more than your eyes, appease
and you're released, untied. Yet you keep your
hands still behind your back, my will to please.
And please you do. Your knowledge, expertise
amaze. Exotic, Oriental lore—
not worshipful, but humble. On your knees,
hands held behind your back, your Will is pleased.
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