- Erotic Poetry
- Devoid
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Devoid
I can't feel anything but the sweet pain...
...a deep ache centered in my passion waiting for you.
Words dodge the truth and touch creates illusions in the cold.
I need the bruises to animate and motivate.
I need the silence to deafen my tingling nerves, to calm the roiling of my hunger.
...crack the whip...
...sensation at your deft fingertips...
...crack the whip...
...suffocating in the holy and unnamed desire of life...
...crack the whip...
...release me onto this world...
Mold me in your image.
Breathe into me and I'll sigh memories.
Burn my heart so that I know you.
...junkie born of tender flesh and pleasured cries in the agony of life...
I can't feel anything but the sweet pain and you.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 8 years agoneed a whipping, you need a shrink. Butt, I mean but, it is a well constructed poem and sometimes we do need a good whipping and I am not talking about cream in a cold bowl. There is something about pain that brings on a sexual sensitivity, just say stop before the scarring sets in. Doesn't any of us girls just enjoy a nice old fashioned fuck any more? Guess not, but I still enjoy roses, dinner and a stiff aperitif to end the evening, stiff enough to cause a little pain, oh my!
