My Mistress

My Mistress

A Poem by ron

My Mistress

What tragedy is this that pulls at my core?

What moment in time has frozen it all?

 

Dare I look lest its beauty blind me?

To smell the nectar of natures flawless work.

Do I dare? Or am I wanting more than my share?

 

My nerves are on edge at the precipice I stand.

I take heart in the courage of those that have gone before me.

Once more into the breach, I thrust myself so deep.

 

The pain that awaits me gives me solace.

For I know the pit falls of this endeavor and readily accept them.

 

It is a thing that so many before me, have sought to conquer.

But she is a demanding Mistress that does not concede to a master.

It is nature in its purest deadliest form.

 

This Mistress has driven many to defeat.

Wars have been fought in her name, families divided and yet she is the Mistress most of us seek.

 

What fortune will I hand over to visit my Mistress?

I would pay whatever price she demands.

She holds me tight in her loving embrace, never letting me forget the price I have paid.

 

Oh, I paid a willing price, and would have paid more.

My Mistress is a fickle one, for that you can be assured.

 

What Mistress is this, that I speak of you ask?

Why her name is “Love” and she has ripped out my soul to feed on.

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

© 2013 ron


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A mistress is a curious person. It's like when I'm with Rose. I know quite a bit about computers and intellectual subjects - and while in the day I may rule and my word is law, she listens and adheres to what I say.

At night, however, it is the reverse - she is the master and I am the student that is to do as she commands - and dare I say it - I am a little frightened and intimidated of her proficient background and maturity on the matter.

We all have our intellectual pursuits, this I think is why we find someone to share our lives with. That we might be complete and fulfilled in all aspects of our development. And who better to attain that missing need than one we are intimate with ?


Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ron

11 Years Ago

I dont know if my life can handle much more.
dw817

11 Years Ago

You can - and you are never alone - ever. You will find as you answer more and more questions about .. read more
ron

11 Years Ago

Very true.



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Waaaaaw, who would have guessed you had a Mistress Ron! Tut, tut, tut.... I'm kidding. Honestly though, this was really good!

// Why her name is “Love” and she has ripped out my soul to feed on. //

Well that's deep and dark, Ron, aha. Very well done!

Posted 10 Years Ago


s y e

10 Years Ago

Hahaha, lucky youu! Remember to butt her out when she gets mean :P
ron

10 Years Ago

Lol... I will remember.
s y e

10 Years Ago

Good.........
I think you have a very interesting poem here that is completely brilliant.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ron

11 Years Ago

Thank you. You have given me far to much credit, I write as it flows and the talent I supect is not .. read more
I liked how the poem alludes to the Mistress in a dominatrix manner and how she is revealed as simply love. I enjoyed the poem it's slightly erotic good write

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ron

11 Years Ago

Thank you very much. Love can be an erotic lover some times.
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A mistress is a curious person. It's like when I'm with Rose. I know quite a bit about computers and intellectual subjects - and while in the day I may rule and my word is law, she listens and adheres to what I say.

At night, however, it is the reverse - she is the master and I am the student that is to do as she commands - and dare I say it - I am a little frightened and intimidated of her proficient background and maturity on the matter.

We all have our intellectual pursuits, this I think is why we find someone to share our lives with. That we might be complete and fulfilled in all aspects of our development. And who better to attain that missing need than one we are intimate with ?


Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ron

11 Years Ago

I dont know if my life can handle much more.
dw817

11 Years Ago

You can - and you are never alone - ever. You will find as you answer more and more questions about .. read more
ron

11 Years Ago

Very true.
Well, I can only say that what i felt whilst reading this surpasses what i have to offer with words to describe.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ron

11 Years Ago

The shorter first one is what i wrote. The second better longer one is a re-write of the first I ask.. read more
You amaze us with your lovely work. Another enchanting one...:)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ron

11 Years Ago

Thank you you do me far to much justice.
Sami Khalil

11 Years Ago

My pleasure...:)
"I willingly paid and price, and would have paid more."
Such wonderful words to describe this hectic corner of life. I think we have all been there at one time or another. Thanks for putting it so perfectly!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ron

11 Years Ago

Thank uoi for your kind words.
Tragic hearts that have yearned before my own
How has such a mystery not occupied my mind and soul before now

For just a moment in time her love has caressed me
Frozen time in the blink of an eye with such beauty that has gripped my breast
Shall I fall to my own selfishness and dare another look, just one surely cannot be a crime

Nerves on edge as never before, standing at the thin cliff that looks down into the abyss
So many fallen before me, shall I steal a bit of their courage to lead me on
Sweet mistress urging me forward to take that final leap, the one that will let me be cradled in her bosom forever more

So many have fallen victim to her steely stare
I spent so long running from it I never dared to speak her name aloud, to be enveloped in the beauty that is she
I embrace the pain that gives me solace

Shall I be driven to defeat or shall I fight for the right to call her mine own
I seek her love as have many before me
In war, and more so much has been forged in her honor, surely just one more such as myself cannot hurt much
Selfishly, I yearn for more of my sweet mistress's affection, just a tiny bit more
What could be the harm

No price will be too much to give to her for even a second of her time
I wish nothing more than to call her mine
Let her hold me tightly in her embrace and never let me go
Never let me forget the price I have paid her alone

For love is her name, a cruel mistress indeed
A fickle monster that never shares too much of herself with any one man or woman
What I would give to capture her for all time

She has ripped out the souls of many for her lustrous appetite
And mine has been added to her void
A fate worth enduring
Just for a second of her cruelness
For her time
Forevermore

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ron

11 Years Ago

This is truely amazing. I love it thank you.
Charisma Moonfairy

11 Years Ago

You're welcome, I try my best
i like how the poem flows and the vivid details, it was well done.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ron

11 Years Ago

Thank you.
The last line is probably my most favorite in the entire poem, for Love has ripped out the souls of many to feed her lustrous appetite upon, she can be a cruel mistress indeed. Very well written, a good read.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ron

11 Years Ago

Thank you very much.

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I have been writing on and off or more years than i care to remember. I started writing poetry, than i started a novel (still in the works), now I'm writing a six part short story erotic.. more..

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