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So blue, the dagger's steel reflects the dawn.
Between soft breasts so white, the gleaming blade;
The glov'd hand holds me down, the first cut made
Wide eyes, cry gently for the soul I mourn.

Deep through young flesh the razor's edge is drawn
His eyes ask why torment so cruel this maid?
I whisper through red lips "be unafraid"
As by the kingdom's law my body's torn.

A summer's day, the sweetest of my life,
A dream come true, a rope binds tight my wrist;
His finger wipes the tear from my green eye.

I hold my breath - so sweetly sharp the knife;
My mind enfolded by strange swirling mist;
And so embraced in pain and blood I die.

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Ooops - posted this in the wrong section - should be in the BDSM forum section.... Not a cross in sight! Sorry!
 
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So blue, the dagger's steel reflects the dawn.
Between soft breasts so white, the gleaming blade;
The glov'd had holds me down, the first cut made
Wide eyes, cry gently for the soul I mourn.

Deep through young flesh the razor's edge is drawn
His eyes ask why torment so cruel this maid?
I whisper through red lips "be unafraid"
As by the kingdom's law my body's torn.

A summer's day, the sweetest of my life,
A dream come true, a rope binds tight my wrist;
His finger wipes the tear from my green eye.

I hold my breath - so sweetly sharp the knife;
My mind enfolded by strange swirling mist;
And so embraced in pain and blood I die.

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Ooops - posted this in the wrong section - should be in the BDSM forum section.... Not a cross in sight! Sorry!

Beautiful PK!!!!!! My, my, the whole site seems to be on a poetry binge this week. This one is "cutting edge" in its form, content, and poignancy. Loved it!

flower3
we'll punish you after you die in '2013'...

Tree

...nice post...


Tree doesn't seem to know what year it is :rolleyes:

Now don't blame Leo or Ulrika, or Seagram's (it's Saturday morning).

What could be the cause? Just likes living in the past, I guess. Retro sort of guy.:D
 
Beautiful PK!!!!!! My, my, the whole site seems to be on a poetry binge this week. This one is "cutting edge" in its form, content, and poignancy. Loved it!

flower3



Tree doesn't seem to know what year it is :rolleyes:

Now don't blame Leo or Ulrika, or Seagram's (it's Saturday morning).

What could be the cause? Just likes living in the past, I guess. Retro sort of guy.:D
...there in lies the problem... It is Saturday morning at the Tree estate and he has yet to have his breakfast of Eulalia's Premium Grind and Seagram's...

...dare we say Tree is SOBER???

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Ooops - posted this in the wrong section - should be in the BDSM forum section.... Not a cross in sight! Sorry!
moved, no problem - also 'had' corrected to 'hand'

another very impressive sonnet, 10/10 :D
 
So blue, the dagger's steel reflects the dawn.
Between soft breasts so white, the gleaming blade;
The glov'd hand holds me down, the first cut made
Wide eyes, cry gently for the soul I mourn.

Deep through young flesh the razor's edge is drawn
His eyes ask why torment so cruel this maid?
I whisper through red lips "be unafraid"
As by the kingdom's law my body's torn.

A summer's day, the sweetest of my life,
A dream come true, a rope binds tight my wrist;
His finger wipes the tear from my green eye.

I hold my breath - so sweetly sharp the knife;
My mind enfolded by strange swirling mist;
And so embraced in pain and blood I die.

View attachment 122765
Ooops - posted this in the wrong section - should be in the BDSM forum section.... Not a cross in sight! Sorry!
flower3:goodjob:
 
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