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Words cut deeper

than the sharpest
of knives.
Love will not survive
if not accompanied by trust.
In the back
of my mind
there’s a shadow
Covering
what’s never
to be

In the back
of my mind
there’s a memory
Reminding
what’s dearest
to me

In the back
of my mind
there’s a longing
Driving
me constantly
on

In the back
of my mind
there’s a mantra
Repeating
its message
— in song

(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
Maybe the ropes were a bit too tight,
the act a little too real tonight.

He kissed the bruises on her wrist.

Kissed the red marks where the candles dripped.

Submission for her was a game of fun,
She chose him to be the dominant one.

He played his part, he drove her hard.

But he played this game for love.

Roles reversed,
Miss Submissive dealt the cards!
Inspired by a fellow poets work, that I read the other day.
Tell me what it is you want me to see
Sometimes my mind wanders, or wonders,
I'm not sure which.

Maybe it's both, maybe it's neither
Maybe I'm just overcome with desire.

You often have that effect on me!

Anyway!

Tell me once again, what it is
you want me to see.

I'll try to pay attention this time.

My God You're BEAUTIFUL!

Do you know that?
ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL!!!
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