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When my mother found your collar in my suitcase,
I told her it was for fashion. She knows I'm a basket case
So it didn't matter when I strapped myself to bed at night
And moaned in the bathtub to give my cousins a fright.
Yes, darling, I'm a rebel, I swear. This is all
To please you, mistress, when I stop and call
For help like the helpless kitty I am,
That's what makes it fun, after all: that it's all a sham.
It's what I was supposed to do, but never got round to:
Mucking about, fucking clouts, stabbing nirvana, sharing flues.
You were so large you could inhale me, and I could curr
You round my tongue like your finger with a purr.
We were not edgy, my sweetness: we were vanilla as sin.
I just wanted to find someone who would even begin
To find me attractive. And I'm glad you did.
That's why I'm going easy. That's why I got rid
Of you. I don't believe you, my domme. I believe no-one
Who thinks I am a pretty kitty. I didn't run
Away because I hated you: that came too late.
I left because you infected my mind with second-rate
Hypnotic pseudo-philosophic bullshit. A real girl
You're not yet, don't forget it. You curled
Around our friendship with your masculine arms
And made me invent a real girl to ease all the qualms
I had about taming someone who I didn't even love.
I didn't appreciate you treating me like someone from above
Your abyss falling in slow motion. I was, and I did,
But I didn't need you to say that. Fact is: we're just kids.
I miss Jacki and her curves and her cake icing pink hair.
But as for you, you cunt, frankly, at this point I don't care.
I told her it was for fashion. She knows I'm a basket case
So it didn't matter when I strapped myself to bed at night
And moaned in the bathtub to give my cousins a fright.
Yes, darling, I'm a rebel, I swear. This is all
To please you, mistress, when I stop and call
For help like the helpless kitty I am,
That's what makes it fun, after all: that it's all a sham.
It's what I was supposed to do, but never got round to:
Mucking about, fucking clouts, stabbing nirvana, sharing flues.
You were so large you could inhale me, and I could curr
You round my tongue like your finger with a purr.
We were not edgy, my sweetness: we were vanilla as sin.
I just wanted to find someone who would even begin
To find me attractive. And I'm glad you did.
That's why I'm going easy. That's why I got rid
Of you. I don't believe you, my domme. I believe no-one
Who thinks I am a pretty kitty. I didn't run
Away because I hated you: that came too late.
I left because you infected my mind with second-rate
Hypnotic pseudo-philosophic bullshit. A real girl
You're not yet, don't forget it. You curled
Around our friendship with your masculine arms
And made me invent a real girl to ease all the qualms
I had about taming someone who I didn't even love.
I didn't appreciate you treating me like someone from above
Your abyss falling in slow motion. I was, and I did,
But I didn't need you to say that. Fact is: we're just kids.
I miss Jacki and her curves and her cake icing pink hair.
But as for you, you cunt, frankly, at this point I don't care.
Literature
Cherished
She persuades him to lie down and be still for her
Naked in body only,
her eyes peer past the whole to the pieces.
She squeezes his breasts
Sweet, ripe little things
How they ache for her.
Curious hands become gentle fingers
Sliding up his throat
knuckles rasping against stubble
Skating across his forehead smoothing furrows.
Press gently on the delicate skin at the edges of his eyes
Follow down between the eyebrows
The straight line of his nose
Stroking soft lips that part in hungry expectancy.
She stretches his arms above his head, palms up.
Traces with spider legs down his shivering skin
Tickles the hair of his armpits
Nuzzling her
Literature
That word
One word.
That word.
You threw that word at me
Aimed with precision
To take full control.
You knew.
Which word.
Would vanquish my spirit,
Two syllables pierced
My worth and my whole.
Literature
Untitled
Once upon a time
I reached for the stars
And tried to climb
The sun's golden bars
But those rays of light
Cut short my flight
I reached for the stars
And fell from the sky
My hopes now scars
I can't justify
To myself alone
I am she who has flown
I tried to climb
Like Icarus the son
Melted wax come noontime
With nothing won
No promises made
No trophies gained
The sun's golden bars
Whose sentinels maintained
The ghosts of Mars
Those who remain
Close to my heart
Forever apart
The rays of light
Have faded away
The moon now night
Where the world decays
And I'm still fading
The sun never staying
Cut short my flight
Left behind it all
I try to
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