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May 2014
Bewitched,
and by your beauty captivated
A voluntary slave
Bound in fetters of love

Compelled,
Like the street sweepers daughter
Eagerly I step into your chamber
My will chained, devoted

Turning,
Your eyes like coals fall upon me
Wooed into your steely shroud
Your warmth like the brazen bull it surrounds me

My conscience divided
Dislocated on the Pendulum
Whispering-nothings pierce me through
the Spanish tickler scourges out all resistance

Fiercely flogged in the stocks of your passion
Water boarded by my tears
Scorched in the heat of the moment
My will flayed away by a thousand cuts

My heart broken on the wheel of fate
I surrender, i hold nothing back
“I’ll confess” I scream
“I love you!”

“love hurts”
I hear you say
And my heart with the Spanish spider ripped out
Paraded on a spike, for the world to see


Even now,
With my head held high, on the heretics fork
Burned at the stake by the fire you’ve kindled within
I am consumed with you
Searle
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Searle  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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