Blundered Art.

one minute we're talking about big juicy fear

I'm staring at the stars and I'm yearning for more

you're staring at me looking dangerous and hungry

the next minute I'm down on the floor

I was just thinking I'd play you a song

what happened what happened

it doesn't take long

my monster emerges, snarling and fighting

your frustration emerges and it's just so human

the ropes don't go the way that you wanted

I'm fighting and panting, not the least bit sorry

I've fucked up your art

no I'm not sorry

my monster will not be merely a subject

but the me who's a person is merely a woman

not strong enough to beat you

oh how I wanna beat you

so I bide, I bide

there on the floor

you go outside cause you just can't control

even though I'm all tied, there on the floor

just biding and grinning and waiting for more

dreaming away until you come back inside

I turn my face away as you try to explain

no you don't get to see, this monster's rare eyes

sad little hunter, you don't realize

yes my red dress is pretty

black ropes on white skin 

you had your plans but you blundered again

you mistakenly forgot to let me in

I may not understand

but you understand less

there's a monster somewhere

in this woman's dress

I may have been sad the day that you left

sad for a day, but really 

it's best.

Reviews

[Adam Adams]

seemed like you wanted him so badly but miscalculated the mathematics or the algebra of his wicked-mind & the integration of his caramelized heart so unknowingly or, may be, on purpose. ouch! that's truly a perfect "blundered art" for sure. nice imagery here!

[Enigma Monster]

I did want him badly, perhaps unwisely. He made the bad assumption that I'd sit idly by while he did his thing. Bdsm gone wrong, haha! You should check out Not a Serial Killer. Same man.

[Adam Adams]

*chuckling*
well, love's always supposed to made very "unwisely", my love, perhaps, yeah, it happens that... sometimes, things never go the way we want 'em to go. but we also don't know, whose fault's been behind that: ours or his/hers.

i guess, may be, he's very sage and wise who... skipped the chance to treasure his lady with BDSM. if i'd be there, damn, i'd have even locked us both in the same room till anew dawn of love, & kept your dehydrated every passing second. xoxo

ah... nevermind, don't worry, BDSM will go right one day or night for sure. hope one day, he'll be able to understand the gestures of your half unclothed body :-)

[Enigma Monster]

Bah! He never did understand me. It was he who dubbed me 'Enigma'. And as he's part of my history now, he never will. Thank you Adam for your review, and flattering words.

[Stacey Appleby]

Wow fantastic i really like this.

[Enigma Monster]

Thanks Stacey :)

[Chris]

A Master's miss... an ever-after's taste.