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Click hereNow on this table lies your body, bent
and tied and open to our common need.
What now I do, I do with your consent.
Ironic that we're both subservient—
for I must wield the power that you cede
here on this table where your body's bent,
and if I wield it poorly, leave unspent,
unsatisfied your craving, you're not freed.
What I must do is done with your consent.
The crop is stiff. Controlled is my intent,
the force with which I suffer you to plead.
Now on the table of your body, bent
and raw my strokes fall, teasingly torment
your writhing, twisting form. As we agreed,
what now I do, I do with your consent.
When I have lashed us both concupiscent,
I take you, splayed and helpless to my greed.
Now on the table lies your body, bent,
and what I do, I do. And you consent.
Wella
Villanelle
that gives it hell.
My guess they won't be doing this in High School poetry class.
and you have captured it well, your central theme in control throughout.
enjoyed.