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Click hereWithin sensation the sparks ignite
passion howls throughout the night
fears of submission run, take flight
It burns within me, This Submissive Light.
No longer happy with half spoonfuls of life
Daughter, friend, lover, cousin, Sister and Wife
Investing my Self into all that I love
Brings joy and desire gifted from heaven above.
He brings me to ecstasy, lays my past to its knees
Gives my heart pleasure; my soul, he does ease
Forever, my Lord, my Viking, LR
I feel your hands on my face, where ever you are.
Not with anguish and whips does he bring me this joy!
Treats me as his treasure, not a little blonde toy
His kindness is legion and his knowledge so rare
His mouth meeting mine and his fist in my hair.
The cliche fairy has been busy here. In you defense, this is a genre that is very hard to write without cliche; it can be done but it is very hard work. Don't use end rhyme in this kind of poetry, this particular diminishes the a serious poem.
but even so this could be much better. It is so full of cliches--which means things we've heard a million times before, especially here on Lit!
A 5 because it thrilled me! A magnificent submissive poem! Hits the mood of D/s right on the head! Beautiful!