Chains.

He watched her, tenderly soothing their child

Radiance of a beautiful woman

Gentle like snow

Later he would be with another woman

One who would perform degrading sex acts on him

One who would act out his fantasies

In his tortured world

Sometimes in his sleep, it would happen

She would scream him awake

Bad dream honey

Yes, bad dream

She was so pure

He needed punished

He needed her

Piercing into his soul

Treating him like the dog he was

Naked and pleading

Begging for her sexual pleasures

He watched her sleeping

Gentle like snow

He saw her

Tantalising in every mans dream

Releasing the chains

But not the pain.

Reviews

[The Iron Horseman]

Very poignant and thought provoking, my friend, plus of course a little bit twisted, just to add relish. I enjoyed it very much.
Looking forward to more of your biting satire, he said hopefully. :)

[Paul Bell]

Monday postings. They always turn out that way. lol

[The Iron Horseman]

I guess 'I Hate Mondays' would be one of your favourite songs then! :)

[Mrudula Rani]

She is gentle as snow,
Because now she is a mother !
And she remembers how she got there!
She remembers it even in her sleep.
Sometimes as a dream,
Sometimes as.....

[Paul Bell]

She is all of those things. Maybe he's not.

[Ardra]

I felt you are speaking of the same lady...in different ways.... somehow it felt like that :)

[Paul Bell]

Do you think she's one and the same. Or does he live a double life.

[Ardra]

Like double agent hehehhe who knows everything is a illution

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think guilt can torture us so much, even if it is guilt over something we just thought to do...even if we didn't actually follow through...
j.

[Paul Bell]

Guilt must be one of the strongest emotions we have.
Tears people apart.

[Einstein Noodle]

wow ...naked to the bone honest ...this torture is the very best of all the reasons to remain faithful and forgo the lusty temptations ;)
i also took this on another level ..one in which the she that is pure and the she that is the whipster ..are in fact one and the same ..and perhaps all in his own imagination ..or in reality ...guilt not-withstanding ..i feel lots of energy, sexual tension, in this poem
E.

[Paul Bell]

The sin of guilt. Or the guilty sin. Powerful thoughts of this tortured soul.

[Einstein Noodle]

yep ......