I had a rather intriguing conversation today about the power of seduction through words.

It's a tad risque.

"Whisper into my imagination and you can gain my attention,

But if those whispers reach my soul, I could be yours  forevermore."

I created this piece as I mused on the above when a familiar voice appeared.

The Strict Mistress from the House of Hidden Books

(A lone voice whispers)

Within these conjured hypnotic words

Lies, my secret binding spell

To you
To control and contain

No matter how loud you shout or yell out

In happiness or pain

To attach you to me forever or temporarily

With lashings of lascivious dark stories

As your soul salivates in total submissive anticipation and slowly starts to weep

While waiting for new life-changing glories

Will you let me devour your curious mind like a cavernous thief

And take you to new heights of wild, unconditional excitement

As your higher self suddenly

Wakes from its repetitive, mundane sleep

Will you let me take you so ****
Deep

To new apocalyptic wet shores

Through exchanges of whispered hirquitalliency

Of unexplored crimson heat
And let my hidden fingertips

Trace pagan pictures of intimate lambitions and reunions

Across that succulent exposed spine in your mind

Will you give me all those deep, pamphagous thoughts

You keep bajulated under strict locks and keys

That no one sees
Forever confined

Landscapes, or should I say mindscapes

Filled with such visceral, enticing written words

Which brings forth such irrational coercive armies

Heralding banners of such a hypnotic binding power

Just waiting to liberate minds in the low hours

In the new battles of Middle-Earth

Those willing to sacrifice everything they once knew

To then be gently or vigorously deflowered

As they use aroused imaginations

To explore new verbs
Or sentences

From my House of Hidden Books

Appearing like S & M
Mistresses or Masters

Right out of the blue

Will you pray for us to embrace

While these soft words upon your mind's delicious lips

Are gracefully worshipped

For by hearing these whispers, you've now been duly baptised throughout this

Our soul's reintroduction

As your hypothalamus is stimulated by my black and white

Ethereal leather whip

(C)
Copyright John Duffy