Open Poetry #46 |
My Master |
ILoveTheRain Member
since 2008-03-02
Posts 157GA |
My Master Holding my extremities by thin lines, while My unstrung head lies low, facing the stage floor Doing with me your every waking desire I have no control…no control No one can witness the excruciating pain You send through the nerves and spirit of my body You are hidden above with your wooden sticks That attach to the strings of my mobility |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
ms jess...this is a primal slice of penspeak...enjoyed your images here |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
You spelled it out quite graphically, and it is a situation I would not like to be in. |
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