Valentine's Prayer

Note: This poem is a companion piece to a longer work, a novel, and is written by the protagonist of it. Though contextually important within the novel, the poem as a stand-alone piece creates an intimate portrait of its writer. The question is, what do you see, and what is she trying to show you?

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Within this ink lies a maiden’s plea to the God of Carnal Love:
O Eros! Son of Venus, seated on Olympus tow’ring high above,
Hear my cry and bend thy favour so to consume my soul
For this lusty vessel shall never be, bereft of lover, whole.

     Eros! A man stalks my dreams and haunts my waking mind
Grant him flesh and blood and bone, if thou wouldst be so kind.
A man of passion, a man of strength, a Master to my slave:
Without such a man to fuck me well, I can only rant and rave.

     Some have tried and all have failed to claim my virgin cunt,
Each one worse than the one before, from boor to foolish runt.
Though many times I’ve stuffed myself with objects strange or fair,
Only a Master’s blesséd cock could truly fill me there.

     O Eros! Thou must have someone perfect waiting just for me,
Else why, with all chances, have I kept my despiséd virginity?
Well thou knows the rituals I have to thy glory given,
From my daily masturbation to the erotic prose I’ve scriven.

     Of all earthly delights, many have I seen, tasted or touched,
Fine clothes and fine wines I’ve had, gold and jewels I’ve clutched.
But nothing will compare to my greatest desire, not even the roses I’ve plucked:
I’d surrender all wealth and morsels divine just to know what it’s like to be fucked.

     Inside my mind I picture cock, proud and sleek and strong-
The very moment that I see it fills me with a song.
His fingers find my throbbing clit and get me very wet.
I ache, I burn! And wonder why he hasn’t fucked me yet!

     I crave to know a violent cock that spears me to the end-
To lift my curse I offer up my maidenhead, to rend!
Fuck me deep and fill me up, I want hot seed inside…
Must I, ribald wench, a maiden stay? Have my chances died?

     O blesséd Eros, I offer up my wet cunt for thy sacred rites
What shall I use to fill the void and discover thy delights?
Didst thou watch my fingers fill me, didst thou watch them fuck?
Didst thou watch me shake and tremble, begging for thy luck?

     But alas, no rapture sates me, no substituted phallus
Can make up the lack of flesh-and-blood, and my desire leaves me callous.
O Eros! God of Lust, have pity on thy most devoted vestal!
Grant me a lover, with cock so fine, be he gentleman or bestial!

     Once I plunged a taper candle deep inside my slit,
I lit it up and watched the drip crawl closer to my clit.
Before I even started thrusting, I needed it to fall
The pain is what will prove to Master how deep I’m in his thrall.

     I want bruises! I want lashes! All across my naked skin.
I don’t care if his plan is force, or he seeks my heart to win.
If he must roughly split my thighs and force his cock inside
After besting me with arts and arms, he well deserves his ride.

     Could I even recognise a romance if I saw one?
Is love all that important, if I can have my fun?
Perhaps it is, considering my quim remains unclaimed.
I would give up all control to any man to keep me tamed.

     Oh let me fuck! I want so bad, my head goes hollow
At a Master’s feet I’ll gladly follow
If he only keeps my pussy well in line!
I’ll make my body a carnal feast so he may dine!

     In the kitchen I chanced upon a girl’s delight
Oh, my thoughts turned naughty with the sight
Of the parsnip I was scrubbing in my hands!
So fat and long, the perfect answer to my cunt’s demands!

     As I slid it deep between my nether-lips,
I dreamt a feral man to take me by the hips,
Flog me as he fucked and make me spend!
There’s no better tactic to force my will to bend.

     I often ask- why-ever do I crave such brutal sport?
The question hounds me daily and forces self-report.
Am I so contrary that relief from lust and wrath can never come
Without the constant pressure of someone else’s thumb?

     I suppose, I’m at my best when life seems to weigh me down-
The more they thwart my freedom, the more I want my crown.
No one will ever fucking tell ME what to do- ‘Tis not their life to live!
Yet I yearn to find the man to take my all, and I my all to give.

     Sometimes I dream the elusive sensation of a man inside each hole
They fill my lips, my cunt, my arse! The friction lights my soul!
They thrust in turn, then all at once, and I come upon the handle of my brush!
Inside my tender cunt I feel my heartbeat as I come down from the rush.

     Oh Eros… It gets so bad some days.
At least tell me that this is just a phase.
Otherwise, to soothe my ache, I’ll find a ploy…
Whether seduction or becoming a daughter of joy.

     Haven’t I already spent enough of my time pleading?
Fantasy is not enough, nor is the filthiest reading.
I need a man to end my innocence before I lose my mind!
How can a man without fear be so goddamn hard to find?

     Oh Eros… Nightly, daily, dost thou visit me.
Thy blessing falls like Zeus’ bolt, never letting be
‘Tis hot; it scorches, but still I bear it, tasting the pleasure within…
Didst thou give me favour because it’s clear that wrath is my true sin?

     Whether battlefield or bed, I must first be forced to fall…
If no love is mine, the sword emerges with its siren call.
I must have either sex or blood to keep my head on straight!
If I must have one, I choose sex! ‘Tis by far the better fate!

     Eros, in choosing me for carnal passion,
Thou hast built me in lover’s fashion;
I like to think thou gifted me a chance
To meet the one to match me in romance.

     Now as I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord “Don’t let me keep
The damned, abysmal title ‘virgin pure’.”
To-morrow I go hunting for the cure.

     It’s time I seized a little opportunity myself.
I won’t let my pussy gather dust upon the shelf.
If no Master claims me, I’ll sow whatever fields I damn well please,
As many times or ways it takes to set my wrath and lust at ease.

     Oh hear me, Eros, my stern proclamation to put thy gift to use!
Else, my sanity’s gone, wrath takes oe’r and I’ll off to put the world into a noose.
He must be strong, he must not falter- He must Dominate, control, possess!
The one to punish, use, abuse, undress, humiliate and coax me to confess!

     The Master I have wanted! The man to see all my ugliness and lay claim!
     The man to understand and return my madness will own me, body, soul, and name.