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Mr Morningstar Nov 2018
Could you capture patience and haste
Skin softer than silk a body with delicious taste
Inhibitions non existent
Lustful desires persistent
Entangled like vines
Who have weaved through the fence
A sadistic touch to watch you tense.
Submission a form of primal love
Pain and arousal both in the same glove
What we do a release
A moment of peace
Lost inside chaos.
Anne J Oct 2018
Mistreatment, abandonment, corruption, exploitation,
Things that have been done, without any explanation.
Blue down the face, red down the brain,
Creating a purple, pleasurable feeling, of cruelty in perverted vain.
Yet the pleasure is reversed, for it was just an excuse,
For the deepest excuse that came from the most purple bruise.
I made this sophomore year. I believe I made the word "purchistic" up, and, no, I have no idea what purchistic means. Judging by the repeating "pleasure" wordplay, I think it was a combination of "purple" and "masochistic".
Enzo Sep 2018
lyrical vices spewed out from mouths of rubber
strung together with tongues of knives
you spit fire and death all around
breaking hearts and taking lives,
a woman of pure evil
and like deals with the devil
I offer both youth and future
use me as you please, break me as I am,
my dear demon queen
i once had a queen tho
Vaniexe Kafka Feb 2018
It’s never been my thought
That you’ll deceive me like this
After I told you to leave me naught
After I told you, you bring me bliss.
But still, being the ******* that I am
I follow you like a lost lamb
Even if there’s no hope at all
Even if I feel foolish, stupid talking to a wall
Who won’t even break,
My heart’s at stake.
It’s yours to break anyway,
You’ve owned it from the very first day.
Sally A Bayan Feb 2017

Ocean plays,
pokes the shore,
waves' bubbly edges

making love,
sand and rocks,
both subservient...

ocean...fondles shore with
masochistic caresses,
love affair...


Copyright February 7, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Love poem #4
Denis St Martin Jan 2017
Bruised and
Battered and
Beaten in
I sat upright on the floor

Head lowered
Unpleasant breaths
Escaped my inner core

Your capabilities
As well as my defence
I misjudged completely
Messed up and knocked down am I

I didn't say a word
But I whispered in my mind,
"I can still put up a fight"

I stood up straight
Looked you in the eye
Fists clenched at my sides

I smiled warmly
And straight from my soul
Asked if you were alright
I made this one when I was a little sleep deprived, inspired by music that was new to me and emotions, as well as some personal experiences.
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