My Master has come

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  • is sorry to all her new friends here.. I have been swamped at work and have not had time to chat much.

My Master has come


At first there is desire/ then the fire banks low/ then there is the pain/ lust starts to grow/ wanting and needing/ craving the touch/ leather and steel/ it’s never enough/ to satisfy the hunger/ to fill the need/ like biting and sucking/ watching me bleed/ feeling his eyes/ flaying my skin/ whip in his hand/ pain please begin/ rip from my throat/ screaming desire / agony sublime/ feeding the fire/ entering me/ hollow full one/ sighs of contentment/ My master has come

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

intellaspy’s Poems (16)

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