Twisted

Twisted

A Poem by After Midnight
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Masochism

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The blood flows freely from your eyes
As you cry your tears over my demise
You didn't see the light fade from the skies
Until I had you pinioned between my thighs

I couldn't help but carve my name in your chest
It was sweet, the way the knife caressed
Your alabaster skin in its painful quest
Even as your mouth widened in protest

I loved you once until the end of my days
You used to make my body shiver and feel ablaze
In my mind, the one bittersweet night replays
And I slip my fingers deeper in until your eyes glaze

You shiver as I scrape you with my long, black nails
You clamp your mouth shut to trap your lustful wails
So no one will hear you as the rod impales
The secret places that have no tales

You awaken safe in your bed at the first morning rays
No memory of last night on your mind weighs
I watch from the shadows until you feel my gaze
Then the story begins again as the Sun to the Moon, obeys


© 2008 After Midnight



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Added on February 8, 2008
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After Midnight
After Midnight

South of the Moon and North of the Sun, NM



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Some time ago, I learned that I had the gift to bring my imagination to life through paper and ink. It filled me with Life when I had nothing else to give and it gave me Hope, the last of all plagues .. more..

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