Friday, November 18, 2011

Night Flower

His lady was a night flower

she  lured  him  into the

the darkness of the  nights and  stole  his  heart  and   controlled

his mind

he was just  like  a toy

and  she pulled  all his strings

whenever she needed to play  her  games   of love 

and when  the  mornings came    she  left him  chained    to a big   iron bedstead   until   her hunger    grew

 he would    wait  untill  he  heard  her   voice    then  she  would   free him  from his chains

to  became   her   love slave 

to serve her         and feed her on  wild strawberries    and  her favorate pink Champagne

he  was orderd to  call her       Mistress  Pink 

untill  such times  as she  might  just tire of  him  and   free him from  his  role

 

 

 A  very different  poem for you all today, hope you will like it    all comments  appreciated    thanks Rosie

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12 comments:

  1. Que bello mi querida Rosie..
    Gracias por compartirlo..

    Besitos del alma
    Marielle

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  2. Slave To Love. Brian Ferry
    It instantly reminds me of that song.
    Were you listening to it when writing ???

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  3. Interesting. The iron an the fragility of a rose. Xxx gm

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  4. been drinking ?...some serious Dom there

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  5. Exiting comment Dana .... I can see that your mind is straying a little lol after reading my words hug Rosie.

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  6. Dominatrix by the sounds of it - six months and he's out is the message most women hold dear to. A different kind of poem today Rosie - good for you :-)) Have a great weekend :-))

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  7. Shows a dark, sad side to one that loves and is not really loved in return.

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  8. a captivating idea, a bit dark but only in one's imaginations. thanks.

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