(for dessi)
those chocolate brown eyes
like glass-paned windows
streaked with misery
looking down into the
tortured soul
of a soldier angel.
that wry grin,
the most painful mask
for a bleeding heart
but sometimes i see a real smile
shining through
just for me.
that muscled body,
back and shoulders
flexing in time
to a lover's rythym
softly, tenderly
wild and passionate.
my prince, my king
my god of love,
my everything.
(for everyone who never wanted me as i am)
please let me be your
everything
your anything,
whatever you
want
need
wish
like
lust
for me to be.
please let me be
your doormat
your goddess
your punching bag
your whore
your entertainment.
please give me
a task
a role to play for you
define me so that i may be
the me that you love.
there is nothing left
of me,
only overlaid
shadows,
faded prints
of the portraits
you have painted
in my place;
as your desire.
- me, still me, ALWAYS me.
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ladies, gentlemen, others, THIS IS NOT A COMMERCIAL SITE, nor is it a place for those of a tortured soul to compete. I am the only author here, so fuck off. This is not a site for reading pleasure by those who thought they knew me, or an invitation for those seeking something i'm not. this is a place where i work out my thoughts and store my poetry, nothing more and nothing less.
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