It is my salacious sin,
painting this fever
in colors of a demon,
one leering craving,
a desire to be nailed
to your unrestrained passion.
Your tender torture
enslaves my asperity,
bodies coupling towards
a brand new covenant,
that is free from guilt,
building an idol to gratification.
Can it be our destiny,
for you to grind me
to a new salvation,
as I thrust in reciprocation,
releasing your hunger
for an unrestrained satisfaction?
Do not sacrifice yourself
to suppression of sensations,
that will leave you cold,
like a sterile crucifixion,
drained, bloodless and inept,
adrift from the touch of elation.
Author notes
Prompt: The pictures and border on the contest page.
http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb127/ladyenthralling/ALadyEnthrallingPictureofTruePoetry.jpg?t=1224526951
http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb127/ladyenthralling/BeautifulPassion.jpg?t=1224527203
Credit: Passionofagoddess
A contest entry
- Crucify Your Emotions Picture Prompt by Mrs LadyEnthralling.
730 points, ended November 1, 2008, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Wonderful
Very creative and well done. Congratulations on the honorable mention.
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Thank you very much.
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wow! very nice poem here yu did a very great job with penning this i was impressed thanks for entering the contest
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Thank you kindly, glad you liked it.
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"like a sterile crucifixion,"
I love that line.
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Thank you. I had to get a crucifixion reference into a sexual piece somehow, though I'm surprised I haven't been picketed and plackarded or murdered like an abortion doctor for it....yet.
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