In your depths, I am a shadow soul
licking at a flame I can't fathom
Fate is cruel and did not allow
My passion quelled out of necessity
Provocation denied and repressed
You graze my sexual soul
provoking my lust
building it until bare, I squirm
My confession, I am bound
my secret is I've never been free
it is for other Mistresses of Midnight to amaze
commanding a room, Dominate
My need puts me at odds within
At best, I am awkwardly attractive
arousing passions with my magic
Access denied I will never know such throes
by design flawed
a God who tells me he will accept the art of seduction from others
But not from me
masochistic, I am used to the cruelty of unfulfilled lust
a greed that can't be quenched
My soul shines in the container I am pitted in a prison cell
My crime, tempting God
Rated for Mature(17+)
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Summary:
sadness
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I felt this, Brenda
You’re working your magic💕
thank you graciously beautiful one 💕
Powerfully penned, Brenda. A great spill my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
thank you graciously dearest Damian 💕
My crime, tempting to read your work, Brenda. Lovely poetess and love the title. Bravo!
thank you graciously I love you comment Daniel 💕