Unravelled like a picturesque vixen
I was curious in how you would cure my addiction
And how I would summon my desires
While I moved to like pawn of great affliction
Would those white squares
And black broken chess pieces
Undress you with curiosity
While we made pleasure loves dictionary
On my chessboard of fantasies
You where their to undress
While I watched you playing up to my sexual appetite
You where my moment of tortured repress
You where my ravaged heart to kill
Now I ravish at random, and at my own will
Would you drink from my cup
Or are you going to take the dying pill
What is to be love
Love, love, love
take a quick sip
fighting me is no good
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Sorry i got man flu 
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This was full of great visuals
and descriptions. I like the
darkness this piece portrays.
Best of luck & thanks for entering
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Not a chess player so don't quite get this line, ''While I moved to like pawn of great affliction''. Can one like pawn of great affliction? ''You were...'', rather than ''you where....''. And this line ''What is to be love'', should be ''What is it to be love'', unless that's how you normally speak. Having said all that, this poem is quite good, using the chessboard as a sort of metaphor for wanton sexual love. Take care and thanks for sharing.
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Thanks mate. I got the man flu LOL so I am a bit more off on that one last night
Did you check out the long poem I done it was quiet dark. well not darker than your's
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