![]() MarqueeA Poem by StacyPerry![]() 12-4-2010 [ The Marquee De Sade had an influence in this writing.....if only I had known him by being alive in that era..... ]![]()
I know somewhere that you can go,
Everyone knows your name as well as your face There are secrets kept in these walls for the wild oats you sew, No one tells the location or anyone about this place A lit up hallway with a flashing red bulb of light, It gives off just enough glow to see you threw the path Neither the women nor men give up a fight, Two of the same kind, perhaps 3 or other variations of math As the humans end up within the locked cells, The acts of torture do begin Pleasure within pain, I know that rings a few bells, If anyone would discover this location it would be the highest sin A leather clad woman or perhaps a man, Whatever you want done shall be their wish Personally I enjoy the whipping while I stand, Then they take a cloth and wash me from the dish Blood from the marks that lay upon my back, Screams of intense ecstasy Knowing that inhibitions are the one thing we don't lack, I know you have met my torturer.....his first name is Marquee. © 2010 StacyPerryFeatured Review
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5 Reviews Added on December 4, 2010 Last Updated on December 4, 2010 Author![]() StacyPerryAshtabula, OHAboutI have another profile on here I can not get into, so I had to start a new one. Please read ALL of my Poetry and Writings on this page and my old site on here [in which I have a lot of work.....*a tea.. more..Writing
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