- Erotic Poetry
- He squanders the gift of submission
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My submission was a gift
not subject to a trial period
not an exploratory experiment
not a lending library book
with a late due date
not a child to be exploited
or a new drug to be anointed
The value of your dominance
didn't lie in an excruciating rape scene
or dragging me by a lead
to do your every dirty deed.
It lay here instead:
you secured my collar eagerly
but when you packed your bag
you took it back
Our time was a contract
penned in invisible ink
blinded by a photo of you
younger than you think
deceptive, cruel heart
I'll never understand your art
an art it is,
clever, evil, vindictive
Yous is a world of words, hastily scribbled
lyrics to your songs of woe
an ephemeral emphasis
a fantasy existence
promises made of dust
with bouts of temporary lust
but where was the trust, my love
you gave me no reason to trust.
- COMMENTS
Magnetronalmost 10 years agoI'm not into Dom Sub writing, but you have risen to the challenge by giving the reader more than the usual two dimensional experience. Nicely done.
