- Erotic Poetry
- Colors of a Masochist
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Red.
Blue.
Purple.
I needed them.
I begged each one to me,
and come they did.
Surfacing the hurt,
giving sight to pain within that demanded
such intense release.
Those beautiful colors,
they whisper to the tortured parts of my soul;
therapy from my self.
I smile
knowing they will whisper to me again tomorrow.
And I smile again… for whispers yet to come.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 16 years agothe type of inner pain it takes for me to bring them up, and I can only guess at yours. Very revealing poetry. I hope the demons quieten for you. They haven't for me and it has been 30 years since my first time.
I gave you a 5, if that matters, but am signing this anonymous because I don't need people pretending like they know how it feels when they don't.
hugs from someone who has been there, recently
