Enslaved Poem by maria goodison
Enslaved
I crave your darkness like no other,
a home that has been lost to me.
My mind crys for your weakness
and screams for all your pain.
Its a never ending story
that will never fill.
I beg for your enslaved body
and will play with it like putty.
You'll be my foot rest,
you'll be at my whim, my beck and call.
You are mine and no other
unless I say you can.
Your my enslaved, my trouble,
my silly toy and you will serve me
whether day or night I call.
good imagery and style enjoyed to read this one thanks for sharing
Free yourself from any darkness territory, flag your strength on your life..Enslaved to self but be master for yourself at same time :) Good one Maria_Soul
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 11:07:12 PM # 1.0.0.1119
What a calamity in the bliss of love. I think this is a form of slavery. A nice poem penned with conviction. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.