He Loves me
In his own way
He was my first, my only and he will be the last
Some would say i was sick,
Twisted, to enjoy his touch, to find pleasure even in pain.
I thrive for him even in the dark
He is my demon, my monstrosity, my Master
I am his angel, his salvation in this world.
I soothe the beast, both body and mind
My crys are music to his ears, each curve his canvas.
I crave his dominance, the power of his need when he takes me, my submissive nature satisified
I give Myself, Lusting for his love, approval.
Enslaved by my own need to please,
Addicted to his possession.
Author notes
# 8
A contest entry
- Fantasy Art! Boris Vallejo (erotic) by Dark Otter.
700 points, ended December 31, 2008, 4 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Nice write!
It holds much of what I was looking for which is the mood creating and somber word choice. An excellent write that was enjoyed.
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"He is my demon, my monnstrocity, my Master"
A beautiful feeling. I love your way of love making. You must be very good at it, baby!
It's a wonderful poem, I think.
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