| Poetry: Lust: A Gothic Alphabet (1/1) |
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A Gothic Alphabet... A is for absinthe, I drank it last night, to toast to your memory and to my grave plight. B is for broken, my heart is in two, one piece here with me, the other with you. C is for cat gently licking my face as I lie here wondering how I got to this place. D is for dungeon, where chained now I wait, to discover which torture is to be my fate. E is for Edwardian lace on my dress, which tore as I fell down the stairs in distress. F is for fear of losing my mind, my future unsure, he will not be kind. G is for garden, where last night I stood, by the table wearing a cape with a hood. H is for hidden, behind me it seems, this monster was waiting to hear all my screams. I is for Igor, the monsters name, he hates you, you know, and he hates me the same. J is for justice which will not be done, I will haunt this place when my life is undone. K is for kisses with scratches and teeth, the monster he touches my dress underneath, L is for licking, his rough trailing tongue climbs up past my knees where he’s having his fun. M is for master which is what I won’t say, he swears I’ll call him that by the end of today. N is for needles which are piercing my skin, my flesh it is soft and the needles are thin. O is for ouches, my breath it is ragged, the needles he uses are pointed and jagged. P is for punishing me for my pride, his fingers are touching me now deep inside. Q is for quivering, shivering fear, he’s whispering his horrible plans in my ear. R is for ripping my dress from my form, his breaths cross my chest all wet and warm. S is for sliding his tongue down my breasts, I sag in my chains, there have been no rests, T is for terrible feelings of fear, I’m starting to want this monster so near. U is for under his spell I’m undone, with shudders and screams we are become one. V is for various positions he tries as he sinks himself in me despite all my cries. W is for wailing his name out at last, I’m screaming out master, the end it comes fast. X is for xenophile I have become, wanting this stranger, this monster, this one. Y is for you, it was you all along, you take off the mask, it’s to you I belong Z is for zero, my fears all to naught, you take off the chains, in your arms I am caught. |
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