Prisoner
By cinefan01
Slave to my passions, Bound by my desires,Tortured by carnality.As I cry out in yearning,My body quivers anxiouslyAs you,My warden,Stalk meLike a panther Hunting its prey.You stand before me,Glistening in your sweatAnd masculinity.My body pulses,My heartbeat poundsIn my ears.As you loom over me, My face gleams With perspiration. I lick my lips greedilyAs my eyes swallow you whole.Not enough description? Not vivid enough? Is something missing? I feel like this poem is lacking in something that I am not exactly sure of. Written November 29th, 2001 © on Nov 28 2001 04:42 PM PST 0 • 16
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"Slave to my passions, Bound by my desires,Tortured by carnality.As I cry out in yearning,My body quivers anxiouslyAs you,My warden,Stalk meLike a panther Hunting its prey.You stand before me,Glistening in your sweatAnd masculinity.My body pulses,My heartbeat poundsIn my ears.As you loom over me, My face gleams With perspiration. I lick my lips greedilyAs my eyes swallow you whole.Not enough description? Not vivid enough? Is something missing? I feel like this poem is lacking in something that I am not exactly sure of...."