- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Gerund Whore
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Freda was forever trying
to provide his need for pain,
whipped him till he broke down crying
then she thrashed him once again.
Till the wretch felt he was lying
on crushed glass of her disdain.
Whipped him till he broke down crying
then she thrashed him once again,
from the lashes he was dying
begged her for release in vain.
Till the wretch felt he was lying
on crushed glass of her disdain.
From the lashes he was dying
begged her for release in vain,
ass so hot he felt it frying
still she wielded up the cane.
Till the wretch felt he was lying
on crushed glass of her disdain.
Ass so hot he felt it frying
still she wielded up the cane,
stripped of all his crass denying,
gerund whore was her domain.
Now the wretch knew he was lying
on crushed glass of her disdain.
- COMMENTS
PoetGuyabout 13 years agothough Poet Guy thinks all (or at least most) of these are participles. He hopes Gerund Whore forgives him this comment and does not decide to punish him:
Whipping was her choice of pain,
Slapping was her second.
Critics felt sweet Gerund's aim
On their soft, gluteal plain,
As she smacked them to their shame,
Grimacing was reckoned.
vrosej10about 13 years agoI'm a bit of a gerund slut myself, as I tend to notice when I am trying to write haiku (gerunds are discouraged). Angry, angry verse. Did hubby piss you off this week? :) Well written and tight.
Angelineabout 13 years agoMade me giggle. You know if you were a real gerund whore you would have said "disdaining." :p
Liarabout 13 years agoFeels like a genre challenge. Take an s&m burlesque and crank it up to 11.
Yeah, why the hell not? There are worse things to do. ;)
Maria2394about 13 years agosomething about this particular poem screams that you can do better. Just didn't "do" anything for me compared to some of your others. Maybe I just don't like form poetry, whatever. It didn't tell me anything; showed even less... everyone has an off day. It's been a treat to see your progression from newbie to such an accomplished poet.
