Sir Ponders His Scourge

Poem Info
68 words
5
1.7k
0
Poem does not have any tags
Share this Poem

Font Size

Default Font Size

Font Spacing

Default Font Spacing

Font Face

Default Font Face

Reading Theme

Default Theme (White)
You need to Log In or Sign Up to have your customization saved in your Literotica profile.
PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

Click here

Sir Ponders His Scourge, in Verse,
During a Moment of Quiet Reflection

My heart's notheart, under control,
for passion is a messy art
half neediness, half vitriol.

Her heart's not hurt, in my control.
Submission works; it makes her whole
(and charms my fickle body part)

whenheart's not hardly in control.
Jeez. Passion. Such a messy art.

Survivor Poetry Contest
Poet's Choice (Triolet, more or less)

Please rate this poem
The author would appreciate your feedback.
  • COMMENTS
Anonymous
Our Comments Policy is available in the Lit FAQ
Post as:
Anonymous
4 Comments
normal jeannormal jeanalmost 15 years ago
I just want to

weigh in with a vote. Very good poetry here, enjoyed the read.

~ nj

WickedEveWickedEvealmost 15 years ago
~

I agree with bluebell. It's brilliant and I just love it to death!

UnderYourSpellUnderYourSpellalmost 15 years ago
~

Well that says it all and in so few words too!

bluebellbluebellalmost 15 years ago
A good look-in

This poem, I think, is brilliant, Pushkine. I really do. As with BDSM play, there's so much more to it than just a moment's reflection. Perhaps those tiny moments hold more truth than whole years of rumination. This poem captures that for me and I'm so glad you shared. It was reviewed in the poetry forum today as well. Thank you!

Share this Poem