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Dissevering Condemnation: A Short Opus of Sexual Pleasure
Contributed by
russianroulette
on
Tuesday, 15th May 2007 @ 03:41:45 PM in AEST
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drugabuse
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Blissful images
I once had in mind,
of monochromatic colors
that I still see,
while held within the dark,
against the wall of a room - I cannot see.
I was blinded
by your gentle words
and still melted
by your soft touch,
separated from my will
taken my heart that I once clutched.
So I see -
it's clear to me
that you like me humiliated,
bound,
torn,
roped,
and gagged
you love me unappreciated.
Observing my endless sorrow--
Ah... I fear I may enjoy it also.
Copyright ©
russianroulette
... [
2007-05-15 15:41:45]
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Re: Dissevering Condemnation: A Short Opus of Sexual Pleasure
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by shelby on
Tuesday, 15th May 2007 @ 03:47:40 PM AEST
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GOt my mind to thinking with this one.
great job here.
~Michelle~ |
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Re: Dissevering Condemnation: A Short Opus of Sexual Pleasure
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by richcol7522 on
Tuesday, 15th May 2007 @ 07:10:55 PM AEST
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Something that i had to read a couple of times... Great piece. Got me to thinking...Nice job
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Re: Dissevering Condemnation: A Short Opus of Sexual Pleasure
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by darkangeleyes57 on
Tuesday, 15th May 2007 @ 10:24:06 PM AEST
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Well done.. Well expressed and written.. I liked this..
Take care
Christina |
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Re: Dissevering Condemnation: A Short Opus of Sexual Pleasure
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by fayeelizibeth on
Wednesday, 30th May 2007 @ 09:50:34 PM AEST
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| oh my god! it's like you speak my language. like pain must be experienced before the good can come; the first break of sunlight after the storm is always sweeter than a clear day. |
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