Dear Mistress

for Thee I have become a conditioned response
submission an equation for eroticism
orgasm denied making every cell scream with passion
touch my mind with Your control
remove my consciousness with Your breath
that knows how to whisper in my soul
Your dream for me is a Tantric dream
taking me to sexual infinity, no time, no thought,
just ecstasy without release or hope
I pleasure You as You desire
and my surrender to Your compulsion
grows to extreme intensity while I succumb completely
Your thoughts are my thoughts, Your pleasure
is my desire, Your needs are my purpose to fulfil
as I disappear into the dimensions of Your will
(c) 2007 Palimpsest Harlequin
submission an equation for eroticism
orgasm denied making every cell scream with passion
touch my mind with Your control
remove my consciousness with Your breath
that knows how to whisper in my soul
Your dream for me is a Tantric dream
taking me to sexual infinity, no time, no thought,
just ecstasy without release or hope
I pleasure You as You desire
and my surrender to Your compulsion
grows to extreme intensity while I succumb completely
Your thoughts are my thoughts, Your pleasure
is my desire, Your needs are my purpose to fulfil
as I disappear into the dimensions of Your will
(c) 2007 Palimpsest Harlequin
Labels: Palimpsest, Poetry



3 Comments:
I'm jealous of the look on his face. He's obviously enjoying something almost transcendental.
No, Suzy, that is not a type of orthodontic practice.
Disappearing into the dimensions ?!
Now, that would be cool.
respectfully,
willie owen
I think this is an amazing piece. I can't wait for more :)
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