True Blood

True Blood

A Poem by TTBoy28

Equals?

Preposterous

How but for a few minutes

 an hour

 before the rising of the sun

 after sunset

 can anything be mixed

Surely you are mistaken if I shall

 grant you pleasure without guard

The master rests comfortably with

 an eye on each side

 knowing that the drool will dry

 on the pillow and the tool

Yet blood continues in the line

 potentially destroying purity

 if allowed

 if not just for beastial lust

 There are no equals

   if the lines are not equal

Craft just does not operate that way

Depending on the track marks

 the blood is not even the same color

 And there is no middle

 And passion bestills temporary east of Eden

Selfish as I may be

  You are the only one to be drained

© 2010 TTBoy28


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Sweet!!! I love this. Incredible.

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TTBoy28
TTBoy28

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