Mercy, Mercy, Mercy Poem by Cassandra Nightshade
Mercy, Mercy, Mercy
Mercy, mercy, mercy.
The pain empassions me and gets the blood,
(and other juices) flowing.
At your Masterful hand,
I am bettered, beaten, and battered.
But the pleasure always follows close behind.
Equal in anticipation and intensity.
You will never hear
Mercy, mercy, mercy,
pass these bruised lips.
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poems By Cassandra Nightshade
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/26/2024 12:58:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A little on the dark side but so subtly sexual and exciting! Nicely written.