PoeticaL's PoetrY diary
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6:05 p.m. : 2002-08-04
I’m the scrap of moments
Those that have once been in my head
The nothing of your secrets
That has solemnly been killed
And then I pled…
Come to me in darkness
With wicked sword in hand
Show me with body language
The love that of which
I have never touched
Or grasped with understand
Let me kneel before you
Be the weakest slave
Begging to be entrapped
Upon the altar
That lust has
Long since made
Scream to me your commands
Then with thrust
Write them on my flesh
Mimic all my moaning
Belittle me
You must
Tell me I am nothing
But your slaughtered whore
When I think I can not
Possibly go on
And have fallen
To the ground in sobs
Pull me back close to you
And teach my body
How to endure
When I crawl away from you
Coax me back upon your throne
Like a king that has been crowned
Demanding me
Taking me
Crawling into me
Making me your own
i want you to take me...
baby...you must....
