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shameless

05 Sunday Jan 2014

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Pretty thing, ask any beta-bottom
boy, when you are ordered to be shameless,

there is excitement in being taken,
there is safety in being powerless,

there is a thrill in being tested.
Pleasure isn’t always painful, but it

should be. Loyalty comes in cum and blood
and a soft voice telling you to submit,

on the other end of the phone, to show
proof of your transgressions. Some say to love

is to suffer, but only if it’s done
right. Yes, pretty thing, go find one who knows

you inside and out, who towers above
you and will teach you how pain can be fun.

cocksure

06 Wednesday Nov 2013

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I have never understood the allure
submissively—-meekly—-obediently
of such surrender you can be cocksure
I will not—-yield yet—-to one so wildly
barren—-in visions I’ve been pushed non-stop
beyond all—-my limits yet not by you
I have been taught with the sting of a crop
I’ve been ridden—-far yet not by one who
cannot command armies with a dark glare
it is known that I am a pretty piece
of flesh I—-am yet to need a scourge cum
in my mouth to taste hell if my nightmare
makes you my mistress master uncle niece
know that I’ll make you a woeful bottom

the song of the witch from prague

20 Sunday Oct 2013

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“I beat you with a hazel rod,” the Witch
of Prague once sang. “Come to me in madness.”

Come, come, these are love-charms that will bewitch
any heart that you long for. Blasphemous

some call it, but what love is not born in hell?
“I beat you with a bloodstained rod,” the Prague

Witch once sang. “Come to me like a gazelle.”
Come, come, I was her student, her love-dog,

these love-charms works. “I beat you with a rod
from the Tree of Gehenna,” my mother

witch once sang. “Come to me like a wild boar.”
I did—-I did—-I did—-with nails that clawed,

teeth that bit. These charms will make your lover
feel the sting on naked flesh and want more.

waterloo sucking

27 Friday Sep 2013

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A man stepped out of fantasy, where you
called him Master and he called you Bad Slut;
ending always in your own waterloo:
sucking the cock of a man you hate. What
tedious repetition, exactly
unlike sunlight that streams with grace. I love
kink, too, but Doms seem to be creepily
similar. Drop the whip and the kid glove.
I will mark you, there will be pain. Your streaked
gaping cheeks across the vacuum of space,
into a tale where my shadow assumes
its face. I have no needs, save that you piqued
my interest in your need for pain. With grace,
love, I will dominate you from the tomb.

notes:

The French emperor, Napoleon Bonaparte, was finally defeated at the town of Waterloo. To say that someone has “met their Waterloo,” means that they have had an unexpected defeat. As in that ABBA song of the same name, “Waterloo/ knowing my fate is to be with you”