warning: emo-esque bad poetry not worth reading (1)

Posted by ladyjayne on Wed 29 Jul 09, 12:01 AM to ladyjayne's blog.

White hot pain that sears into my skin,

Tears fall, eyes cast downwards,

Each touch, each pinch hurts that little bit more,

Red marks left to bruise,

Harsh words whispered into my ears,

Pupils dilate and breathing quickens,

Names should leave me cowering and afraid,

I'm aroused and awakened.

My body abused for your pleasure,

Time and space irrelevant,

You are my only focus.

Your words replaced with lips,

Your hands with arms,

My soul on display I am fragile and vulnerable,

I belong here with you.

I want, I crave, I need, I love

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I love the passion that echoes right through your poem. And I felt stirred by the words, 'My soul is on display....'.