- Erotic Poetry
- Until You Didn’t
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Ah, but you loved my words …
when they were about others.
The trials, challenges, defeats, victories
of past lovers;
those men who hurt me before you.
You loved my words.
Until they were about you.
That … that scared you.
You hid from me then.
What did you think would happen
when you entered the life
of a writer, of a poet?
Did you think you would be safe
from the words, the raw emotion?
Did you think your touch
would escape the scratch
of pen on paper?
When you affect a writer,
whether your intentions are good or bad,
you and all you do become fodder
for her creativity.
I can hate that you hurt me.
I can hate that you don’t want me.
But I secretly love that you
induced so much fervor,
allowing me to fuel the creative fires,
stringing new words into pretty patterns.
You loved my words …
until you didn’t anymore.
- COMMENTS
BadWolf49over 2 years agoI feel that your poems are straight from the heart, full of passion and truth. I am glad that I found them, and though I have never tried BDSM, it does make me wonder why I have not tried it yet, but of course, as a Dom, I am not a person who likes to submit but rather be in control.
