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She Loves Whips
by Tricia Pattinson
Cries from bondage
No, not at all
Diamonds and rubies
Streak the skin of the world
Perspiration's pheromones
Licking and turning lights together
She loves whips
The party's not over
Tied up or in handle
They take turns tantalizing
Stripped to the soul
Trusting the other
Black light nourishing
Fueling their grooving
What of the judge and jury
They're all scheduled for her next party
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A quiet strained voice
I want to write again,
Beleaguered eloquence rolling forth,
from lips too tired of empty platitudes to
So much as squeak.
I miss having big brassy ideas
And eyes full of hope.
Now sorrow scorched I lean to the side,
Wondering if gentle fingers will one day
Brush dust from my skull,
And ask in quiet voice ,
Why couldnt they save themselves.
The world burns with a casual violence
Too terrible to countenance
As the faces of men and women
Grow gaunt with unspoken
Omnipresent violence.
What sort of creature are we
Forever denying ourselves the truth
Digging deep into our well of stubbornness
To find one more reason to not save ourselves;
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It wasnt rape
His touch felt exelerating on my skin
going under my skirt
i smiled through the kisses
he picked me up and i wrapped my legs around his torso
i don't ever remember feeling this good
his hair was so soft on my skin
i could smell his cologne
i felt him inside me floweing togther like water
belonging wanting needing
passion overwhelmed me and i screamed in pleasure
the intensity and vividness seemed like a dream
but i wasnt a dream
i had to much effect for anything that wasnt real
even though the smallest trace of it feeling hole still is remembered in my mind
i feel like that time was so distant from now
before all this h
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your memory is heavy
I keep trying to unload the weight of you in words
but still I'm burdened
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