"To have someone give you control of their bodies and minds,
to be entrusted with the responsibility to take care of them,
to have someone willing to suffer for you,
to forsake pride and dignity to please you...
what can other gifts in this world possibly equate to that?
And more importantly, what makes you worthy to receive it?"
~ Anonymous
The Feminine Paradox
while i live for anonymous
do you think she is a freak?
does she not own her master
with the rarest of adorations
more
then those in the temple of thinning lust
with mouths like twisted placards
screaming
"know your value"
and
"just say no"?
told by
Victorian prudes
what is permitted
full of pride
in shapeless days
yet counting the insults of puerile lovers
one moody scar at a time
a pissed off
Eve
could take a lesson
from
bruised titillated Lilith
sucking
with the sadist, the cards are on the table
fingers like
gleaming swords scented with opium perfume
that drool for her quivers.
he melts with feral abandon from her cries
as she thrills exhilarated
to pains promise of pleasure
crucified and pitted
like spiced guacamole
on hot fire-tongues
his, bruising buttery shaft
her God
drooling yoni his salvation
her form a jeweled flame
a swirling constellation of blood and sweat diamonds
writhing undulations and raping mouth
all chattering castanets
better than most
they give each other their truth
to take and to be taken
like pierced sparrows fluttering in paradise
then
with tender kisses and aftercare
quite like the watering garden
they are rinsed guileless
drenched flowers sweltering
in asylums
moonlight
and made smooth
by the hand of God
...........
"oh baby
i like it when
you do that dance
gonna stick my dick
through your underpants"