Erotica, R-18+
i won’t ask
for anything
until
you grant me
the permission
to command you
to give me
whatever
i desire
of you
until then
i will gratefully receive
whatever gifts
you choose
to bestow
upon me
This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.
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When you can see your future,
How do you choose?
Every option has suffering.
Every path leads to death.
Exponentially branching,
Your vision fades,
The deeper you go.
You can’t hold it all.
You don’t have the processing power.
It hurts you, this gift.
You feel it all, all at once.
So you block it,
Mentally put a stop to it.
You turn away from it,
And curse it.
This leaves you dull,
Blind to the beauty of your choice,
The choice you made,
The choice to turn your gift off.
For there is still life,
There is still love,
Vivid, like a flower in the dirt.
If you only knew
how to look.
This poem is from the book Reflections of the Self, The Poetry, Insights, and Wisdom Of Silence.
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