Enslave Me
Poem by: Amy F. Turner
Enslave Me
Breath me in,
mold me like clay
let me conform deep
before I drown in you.
From the ashes
liven me again;
like the fiery Phoenix
let me rise to bend.
Banish the flames
consuming us to mend
the insanity of what’s broken
that threatens my soul.
Save me from myself;
slay my demons of lust.
Rule this temple;
I am yours to imprison.
My heart you enslave
my body surrenders
at your command so deep within
let the shudders begin.
Wet walls contract
plundering pace the race
to win, what sin to gain
all you lose in seedy secretions.
Motions slow with groans of elation;
hearts patter with easing beat
need for sleep exceeds our greed
strength to regain in passions replete.
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This will be the second piece of erotica I've read. Whether intended or not I really enjoyed what appeared a quite spiritual connection, "My heart you enslave".
In short I enjoyed this
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Well, thank you, JW. That is very kind. I hope you may find other erotica to your liking as well. Thanks for reading and offer a comment into your thoughts. ;)
Amy, I don't know if you realize it or not, but, in your own way, you have, & do, enslave all of us! Here, then is my mental, heartfelt response;
YOU, my sweet mergirl, are already my slave! You have swum in my waters, will til your grave!
I hold sway upon your passionate embrace... Though I've never pleasure had, to see your face!
Truly swimming near me we have felt... Eternal fires burning... Our hearts, melt!!
Comforting, how you have "Touched" my mind! How visions of Angelic face have you defined!
Loving all your curves, I'd come unglued... If blessed I truly were to hold you nude!
Scarce the understanding that you need... Or want to gain a taste of my hot seed...
Flowing, ever flowing, passion hot... You sweet mermaids swallow ALL I've got!!!
Leave me swimming, dazed, & full of joy... A "Pinnochio", true image of "Real boy"!
Litarary chains capture my mind... Sweet bosums, curves, hot twats, & wet behind!
Consummateing all things in it's wake... P
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I do not realize this. It humbles me. Your lovely commentary is certainly appreciated and inspiring besides. What lovely talent you have in flowing word here. Thank you for sharing such a gift, my friend. :)
Perfect love's the only thing you make!
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And perfect is this comment to the very last line. Thank you so much for reading and again for taking the time to reply with such romantic prose.
Let the shudders begin indeed! Wonderful piece amy. I loved it and the picture u chooses for it was beautiful and steamy.
I liked the hint of desperation in this poem. It was laced in with the sexual overtones far too well.
Good Job!
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CP, what a delight you are with your comments! Thanks so much for reading and sharing your thoughts on what you liked about the poem. :)
The Wizard shall slay thy demons of lust with his magic wand. Trapped under his mystical spell thy body shall once again surrender to his gaze and secret words. Thy body shall feel the magic coarsing through it when in his chambers he enters the hot moist treasure chest that has become his possession. Filling it with his magic potion your secretions shall flow hot like the river Styx that forms the border between Earth and the Underworld.
XoxoX Ron
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A girl should be so lucky to find herself in the presence of such a gifted wizard, talented in the magic of whooing a lady's heart with passionate word as he would with his magic wand. Certainly she would be enslaved well to his charms. :)
Wow I love your sense of passion in each wording. Great poem hun.
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Thanks, girlie, for this nice comment and for reading. I'm glad you loved it and felt the passion of it.
Amy You are way above me with this "top shelf" poem....Congrats all round Queen Amy...
Now in my new role as "class grump" to match my new" sourfaced" pic I I feel compelled to say..."A Trifle Boring Old Girl"......How awfully impolite of me my dear woman...lol!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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There you go again with that top shelf business. I mean really! "Oscar" the Grouch can just go sit down. Tell him to quit that bah humbugin' and give me the fun Richy back! LOL!
With this work of art you show us all the talent you try to keep tame and hidden. You let it out piece by piece and it blows your minds. I enjoyed the passion and want/need in this one. Wonderful!
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Wow! Really enjoying this compliment that makes my head swell. Suffice it to say, I am pleased that it was received as intended. Thanks for reading and letting me know your thoughts. I appreciate you!
This poem felt to me as if you were inflamed with so much passion.You want to consume or enslave each other with everything you got..A Beautiful and wonderful written poem here Amy. I loved this one!! I love all your work!! :)
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Thanks so my, Love. Really appreciate you reading and taking the time to comment with how this poem made you feel. I love your work, too! So do you think we might see more of your lovely works soon? :)
Awesome seductive sensual erotica at it's finest,the flow and rhythm were just sublime.
Feasting my greedy eyes on this passionate gem of seduction had me feeling lusty and full of desire.You sowed the seed of amour but fused with sexy arrousement which pulled at my heartstring's.
An eloquent poem written by a beautiful mind.
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And and eloquent comment written by a beautiful mine, E. Thanks so much for reading and sharing your lovely thoughts. So appreciated. :)
Allusions to so many things here, Amy. I like the vague inferences..."liven" from the "ashes" and "mend" suggest a previous loss, a state of defeat. "Save me from myself" and "the insanity of what's broken" reiterate the plea. I love the idea that 'enslaving' the heart makes the body to follow, and the irony of enslavement granting you freedom and elation. The sexual energy is vaguely pronounced but powerfully apparent. It's a beautiful piece, girl...
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Thanks, GG, glad you think its beautiful. I have to admit is one of my favorites merely because of the imagery it induces. Thanks for commenting and reading. :)
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