- Erotic Poetry
- Real Me
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Click hereFaster
harder
rutting into you
fucking you
violating you
using you
How have I become this?
I am always gentle
caring and endearing
tantalizing you
arousing you
exciting you slowly
drawing out your femininity
Yet I watch from outside myself
seeing only an animal
trapping his prey
clawing, biting
claiming
I cry inside
your cries confusing me
my violence troubling me
yet I cannot stop
I cannot yield
for I have become primal
I am a barbarian
and you are my woman
You scream again
clutching me tightly
clearly enjoying the new me
and I take that as permission
to pour myself into you
my teeth devouring your shoulder
my hands burrowing into your sides
and my soul bellowing in conquest
leaving me to wonder:
Which is the real me?
- COMMENTS
Tell me is it wrong that I'm so turned on after reading this poem that I want someone to treat me like I'm a piece of meat?
I thought not.
*grin*
I absolutely love your writing and I think that the strongest facet to it is the way that you convey the feelings through your word choices. As in, I was reading this and I got so swept up in the moment that I felt like the woman in the poem and I actually think that I forgot to breahte there for a moment or two.
I always look forward to reading your new submissions. I can't wait for the next one.
Cheers!