He is my master
He is my master and I am his servant.
I know his touch, his clutch,
the bitten nails of his sinuous fingers,
his redolent will.
I know his ease, his sweat,
the unshed tears and the bitten lower lip
when his jaw isn’t clenched.
I know his defeat, the triumphant horizon that is death,
His frustrated fisting, choking me until my blood runs dry.
-2June2004-
(I guess, at least)
Author notes
thought I'd document this for the sake of documenting
Written April 2nd, 2005
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i love this he is my master thing
and then it became the other way around
grabe your sensuality is just ardous
insatiable
whew!
blame it on men hehe
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First of all, thank you for your comment, baju. You've been very open. Secondly, I hope you'll receive the im I sent before this. It contains stuff that falls more inreallife as I've decided to spare the good people in AP my yammering. Please note the message. Thirdly, if you're asking who I was referring to as 'My master', firstly, I was thinking of Voldemort, a very young one, mind, in the point of view of a Death Eater; one of his firsts, I'd like to think. Then it felt beyond Voldemort; because it's more, I think, like writing. At least, a frustrated writer... And regarding the second point, I hope this would be a form of comfort: http://allpoetry.com/Poem/1103118. It's a shameless plug in my own ass as this is another poem from me, "Writing is my mistress"... I pray that would alleviate the pain, love. Bisous
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OMG! I can relate to this...
He is my master~~Oh darn, who did you knew this?? fuck..ha!
He is my master and I am his servant. ~~I think I do not want to be his servant but what can I do I'm entrapt by him...or so I think...
I know his touch, his clutch,
the bitten nails of his sinuous fingers,
his redolent will.
I know his ease, his sweat,
the unshed tears and the bitten lower lip
when his jaw isn’t clenched.
~~freak...yeah sort of...but in a moderate way I do know...
I know his defeat, the triumphant horizon that is death,
His frustrated fisting, choking me until my blood runs dry~~~haha...no comment..well done.. -
OH OH OH .. I love the inside look at someones heart and soul.. And wether you meant it or not? You let me in for a mere minute hon.. You love.. What a powerful thing to notice the simple things about someone you love.. It was beautiful.. take care and best wishes, Catressa
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the title is...hmmm...screaming for clarification...especially with the ending..(lol)..but ill take this as love poem..unusually expressed...i guess thats what it could be called...or something...its 3 am. lol. anyways. good job.
Blu -
hah, sounds alittle sexy, you seem to put alot of that in and not always subltly, but thats cool, this poem was nice, it still has your famous tone, i think the last stanza was the best, im pretty sure you are talking about the little death, i think,
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this is a very intresting poem that you have described in mastering skill. the mysety behing it is shaking and clenching, the fact you've put it in "love" catagory is almost elusivly strange. Great writing though! skillfully described the connection of master and servant, innocence and guilt.
A beautiful contrast
-DynamiklyMe-
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