How can I go on?
Once great lovers
And now forgotten
You spoke to me in roses
Parting in the taste
like heavy hops
You put your hand around my neck
like a collar
The spirit of that hand
haunting all of the parts
of me you touched
I can still taste you
The way your brow arched
when you ordered your wishes
Master of my body
Take me to that
sweet hell
The self hatred + ecstasy
Of my only sin
And all the great loves
time has stopped for
Ours was one
As you penetrated
my heart beats so
you could feel
that pulse on your cock
No one unlocks me anymore
No one makes me smell
as sweet as I do on your nose
After you master me
deny me my self
A goddess among mortals
that lays at your feet
A tigress tamed
My wildness bowed at your feet
Take me. Please.
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24.7.17
Poems: My only true sin
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15.1.15
Poems: The Portrait
With my wrist bound
in rope
you paint a picture
of my heart
hang it on the wall
will it brighten
will it bloom like a flower
as you grip my hair
and bring me to my knees
at your knees
where my soul finds salvation
dance with my synapses
find the balance
take the whole of me
my body is yours
you will destroy me
and I will love you
as the marks begin to show
as the tears fall onto pale cheeks
as you bring me to my knees
there you will love me
and the painting of my heart
will bleed all over the room of our lives
-Madelina Horn
in rope
you paint a picture
of my heart
hang it on the wall
will it brighten
will it bloom like a flower
as you grip my hair
and bring me to my knees
at your knees
where my soul finds salvation
dance with my synapses
find the balance
take the whole of me
my body is yours
you will destroy me
and I will love you
as the marks begin to show
as the tears fall onto pale cheeks
as you bring me to my knees
there you will love me
and the painting of my heart
will bleed all over the room of our lives
-Madelina Horn
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