Thought #10

Elysian whips nor golden showers
erotic slings nor black-thorned flowers
will soothe your love-worn, tired soul
that of an empty, ragged doll

but your pathetic love’s pursuit
made you another one recruit
to play your kinky little games
your monstrous appetite it tames

the harm they’ve done to every place
your satin sheets, your slutty lace
is swept away once in your eyes
one looks to find no pool of lies

the truthful waters show a child
unnurtured, lonely, sad, yet wild
the greenish meadows for a while
even a saint they can beguile

masochistic compulsion by l0v3l3ss