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Click hereSir Ponders His Scourge, in Verse,
During a Moment of Quiet Reflection
My heart's notheart, under control,
for passion is a messy art
half neediness, half vitriol.
Her heart's not hurt, in my control.
Submission works; it makes her whole
(and charms my fickle body part)
whenheart's not hardly in control.
Jeez. Passion. Such a messy art.
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weigh in with a vote. Very good poetry here, enjoyed the read.
~ nj
This poem, I think, is brilliant, Pushkine. I really do. As with BDSM play, there's so much more to it than just a moment's reflection. Perhaps those tiny moments hold more truth than whole years of rumination. This poem captures that for me and I'm so glad you shared. It was reviewed in the poetry forum today as well. Thank you!