- Non-Erotic Poetry
- the slave
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In one hard beat of a lover's heart,
knees buckle, dip and crumble.
This gentle form that sighs and trembles.
she waits there, silent, dominions thrall,
and softly yielding, calm, accepting
with lowered lashes, lashes fall.
Passions gift was fierce desire,
and joy seared flesh, with strokes of fire.
Mastered grace and wracked submission
till bent with blows and hunger fed,
the fragile white was stripped with red.
The lightning strike, the sweet caress.
The vicious touch of tenderness.
And so she loved him,
adored, obeyed him
and breathed as only by his breath.
and never once made move to sever
nor face return to nothingness.
