Slave ?

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She is wholly mine

To command,

To define;

She wouldn’t have it any other way.

When I take her

– My time, my place – she

Responds, so fantasy-easy and willing,

To my every whim: heavy restraint, whip,

Silken hood, smeared with honey,

Blindfolded, costumed.

She mews, smiles; in turns quiet,

Banshee, submissive, giving.

Whatever I would she takes it,

Makes it wholesome.

She will never forsake …

Who am I fooling?

She is my sometime April muse

And will soon be gone like

May morn frosts.

… in Equal Parts

For –

After all –

You do know me.

I am Helen;

Shade, in equal parts

Of your faithful wife,

Glamorous mistress,

Daughter, mother;

Your nameless, shameless

Guilt-free, no-number

Fantasy fuck.

I am Helen,

This is night;

Tomorrow the

Horse and I

Will be gone …

But you ?

You will never forget.

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