Miscellaneous:

[DaveKuzminski]

Do you pierce your nipples?
Is leather too soft against your crotch?
Should I beat you into submission,
Before I let you crawl to me
Permitting sweet passion as your reward?

When a razor splits your tongue
Will it cause you to spill lies?
Telling me what I want to hear,
Though I know it's not the truth,
As I drip sweet honey seed between your legs.

Will chains hold you to me?
Can they bind your heart unto mine?
Or will they rust through the years,
Until we tire of our vices,
And discover only we were blind?

Forget the velvet manacles.
Toss the shackles in the trash.
Leave illusion to the magicians.
Just be yourself as I'll be me.
Together we'll seek out what is real.

[Mysty]

Hmm Interesting poem.... yet if I was the woman I would yell


HELL NO!!!
the only thing
I want attached to my nipples
is lips....... older ones
that know how to pull and tug....
suckle and pinch....
till darts of passion
ignite the fire between my thighs....
and then I would show my man
what these lips of mine could do.....
how in between them
heaven can be found.

Because real passion shouldn't hurt
anymore than real love could not abide
conditions and rules.
And one would hope
with sincerity
that you are not the kind of man
who would force a woman to her knees
to give you whatever you please.

Thanks for a very interesting read.. but truthfully ...... just the thought makes me cringe.


Mysty

[Kit Carson]

Interesting poem with a passionate response, lol. I believe the poet says throw it all away and be real in the last stanza...value reality more than illusion, is the clear message I get.

[DaveKuzminski]

Very much so, Kit.

[MsJacquiiC]

I do indeed have both nipples pierced... One day I will read this poem - but gotta run....

Jacquii.

[crazymamma5]

i like the last stanza because i am not submissive to my man and he is not to me we are just real and true to each other. nice flow through the poem reads smoothly. kinda agree with mysty on saying hell no to having my nipples pierced.

[butchiesmom]

Ok, Mysty and Dave! I loved the poem, will get into why shortly, lol. I read the poem and thought it fantastic. Then I read Mysty's reply and wished I hadn't quit smoking so long ago! Holy smokes! Talk about passions igniting and I hadn't finished reading Mysty's reply, lol!

Talk about sado-masochism! I don't think this is as much about the pain as it's the facades we all show when first in love. Everything perfect, bathroom door shut because, God forbid, the other person would find out we pee or 'horrors!' poop!


Will chains hold you to me? (Do I need binding for you to stay with me?)
Can they bind your heart unto mine? (Will it combine your heart with mine?)
Or will they rust through the years, (would our connection slowly fall apart?)
Until we tire of our vices, (tired of those little annoying things we didn't notice at first?)
And discover only we were blind? (realizing we were the only ones who didn't see it)

It isn't until the last stanza that the reader realizes the poem is about being yourself. Showing the other person who you really are.


Forget the velvet manacles. (forget about the ties that bind)
Toss the shackles in the trash. (throw out the negligees, get out the flannel pjs)
Leave illusion to the magicians. (don't worry about the makeup)
Just be yourself as I'll be me. (I'll show you the real me if you show me the real you!)
Together we'll seek out what is real. (We'll build our relationship on the truth)

True love isn't about appearances. It's looking beyond the makeup, it's the twentieth time we've watched an episode of his favorite show but not saying anything because I know he loves it. That's love.

A poem filled with truth. I found it easy to read and understand. The flow, from one stanza to the other, was even and each stanza, each line, continued the message. The last line summed up the rest of the poem nicely. The opening line brings you into the poem and doesn't let you go until the last.

Great job, Dave.
Gail

[solo]

Interesting take on sado-masochism, personally I think life is cruel enough without going there....the chains that bind are ...or should be...in our hearts