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.
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 my black and white
Ethereal leather whip
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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