Stolen
by
Kat Voletto
(Age: 23)
copyright 11-05-2005
Age Rating: 16 to 127
How dare you steal my heart
From a thousand miles away
Though we're forced to stay apart
I remain yours anyway
I can't believe I've found such a domme
A true blend of satin and grit
I wish I knew where these cravings came from
And why I need passion to hurt just a bit
I can see you in my leather and lace dreams
A fiery nightmare in black with a crop
Your electric eyes dancing with devious schemes
The vessels in my bound arms set to pop
I want the warmth inside you too
The cuddles and whispers of adoration
With a secret promise of a love so true
The wickedness is worth more exploration
Vixandra, Vixandra, oh Vixxy mine
What did I do that was so great?
A mystery I don't much care to divine
Because your special love is first rate.
You have all my attention from so far away
And I no longer really much care,
There is no price to great to pay
To join you at the next So-Cal Ren Faire.
So until April I wait
Your voice on the line a joy
You don't have to use finery as bait
Your true feelings are the best ploy.
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You ask we call you Kat
and I could be fine with that.
I say though with a grin,
this is sexy like Kathryn.
Your story is filled with love,
like a light shinning from above.
I really like your style
for it made me smile.
So I'll say it again
with that same grin,
I love your writing, Miss Kathryn!
Please don't ship me out...I get sea sick!
Anthony
Sometimes, pain will enhance the experience of love, be it through the senses or mind, pain may be the glue that can hold a relationship or destroy it. In this poem, your vivid imagery captures the burning and the longing of a passionate love affair that, although the flames may be out, ashes still remain. And beneath the ashes, some smoldering embers may lie in wait, to be propagated with that fiery lust that is the human experience. Very passionate and eloquently written.