The Strict Mistress from the House of Books

  

I had a rather intriguing conversation today, 

about the power of seduction through words. 

It's a tad risque.

"Seduce my mind and you can have my body,

find my soul and I’m yours forever."

I created this piece as I mused the above when a familiar voice appeared. 

Press play and let the emotional music wash over you as you read. 

Salute.

The Strict Mistress from the House of Books

(A lone voice whispers)

Within these conjured hypnotic words

Lies my secret binding spell

To you 

Control and contain 

No matter how loud you shout or yell

To attach you to me forever or temporarily 

With lashings of lascivious dark stories

As your soul salivates in total submissive anticipation and slowly starts to weep

Let me devour your curious mind like a cavernous thief

and take you to new heights of wild unconditional excitement

As your higher self suddenly

Wakes from its repetitive mundane sleep

Let me take you so damn

Deep

To new apocalyptic wet shores 

Through exchanges of whispered hirquitalliency

Of unexplored crimson heat

And let my hidden fingertips 

Trace pagan pictures of intimate lambitions and reunions

Across that succulent exposed spine in your mind 

Give me all those deep 

pamphagous thoughts

You keep bajulated

under strict locks and keys

That no one sees

Forever confined 

For landscapes or should I say mindscapes 

Filled with such visceral enticing written words

Brings forth such irrational coercive armies 

Heralding banners of such a hypnotic binding power

Just awaiting to liberate minds in the low hours

Those willing to sacrifice everything they once knew

To then be gently or vigorously 

deflowered

As they use aroused imaginations

To explore new verbs

Or sentences 

Appearing like S & M

Mistresses or Masters 

Right out of the blue

Will you pray for us to embrace 

As these soft words upon your mind's delicious lips 

Are gracefully worshipped

As you've now been duly baptised throughout this

Our soul's reintroduction 

As your hypothalamus is stimulated by black and white

Ethereal leather whip

 (C)

Copyright John Duffy