Stand there
In your leather attire
Sadistic thoughts running wild
Satan's mind channeling
Into your bloodstream
Your eyes fixate
Upon the breast of another
As you straddle the face
Of a loyal friend
Willing to give you
What you crave
The temptation claws at your soul
Tearing flesh from the bone
Ripping your heart
From your chest cavity
Until the touch of another
Overwhelms your soul
Capturing
If only for a few moments
A glimpse of heaven
As your blood streams
Down the side of your leg
It graces the cheek of another
The pounding, the shaking
Uncontrollable shivering to the bone
Embracing the ecstacy
And absolutely uninhibited nature
You thrust yourself into another
Cyclone of tremors
Sending dancing lightning strikes
Bouncing from hemorrhage to hemorrhage
In your mind of perversions
Let no person stand in your way
For they shall be forgotten
Long after your have come
Risen to the top of your peak
And exploded in exasperation
Left breathless and fulfilled
By what no man can touch
Let it be known
I am a lesbian.
Author notes
Just what I started thinking of when looking at the picture for this contest, plus I think I was actually tempted to make this work.....so I used temptation too lol.........this was just my sick perversion of the term Lesbian. Technically I am not a lesbian because I am trapped in this mans body, but I still lust for them...enjoy, it needs work, constructive criticism welcome!
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I'm not really sure that the last line is a powerful, breathless ending as the beginning. As a matter of fact, it isn't. I'm sorry, just thought I let you know. All in all the beginning was powerful and captivating, and the ending was like...what a minute, what did I miss, is there more? It leaves something to be desired, and as I have said, I know you're writing, perhaps I know you too, which I'm positive I do...nonetheless, the ending could have been better and let off like powerful, toe-curling, back-arching, loud-moaning orgasm...I wouldn't really know what one is, but this is how I feel this bit of...parcially sophisicated piece could be.
Tweak it a bit, and you'll re-entrance me. -
Holy crap I don't think that I've ever been that entranced by a poems imagery before. At first I didn't fully understand what was going on but as I got it I finally understood what this meant.
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