Here you kneel before my feet
bloodied, broken
by lustful defeat-
A gentle caress-
my voice, my will
cries with delight
as your body stills.
Tears stream silent
from blood-flecked eyes
as you shudder
so delicate,
under the lash, your demise.
I’ll part your flesh
with knife and thrust
while you scream my name
and drown in lust.
I’ll call you whore
and leave you used,
your pretty throat
all torn and bruised.
Author notes
My name is Emma. I too, am a fan of Kushiel's Dart.
A contest entry
- Cup my cheek and call me whore, I'll turn into your hand and kiss your palm by danceswsquirrels.
660 points, ended October 22, 2007, 21 entries
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Comments
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Very nice!
What a deep and well written piece. I really like what you done here. Thanks for sharing.
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Awesome!!!
This is amazing! It had me gripped from the first line and I can't say that about many I read. The rhythmic flow is superb. I love this one from start to finish, my only complaint, it was short. I could have read a lot more of this easily. Very well penned!!
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