by Gwen Brown
Nonplused Muslimah
So close but so far
You don’t touch me; make me wonder?
Body quiver at slow idle; like purr or like fright?
What will happen now?
Can I make you happy?
Somehow please you?
My heart flutters in the wind
Can I please you; is it in me?
In the fog; I am lost
At your mercy; please do hurry
Before I flee in fright
Burning tears betray me
I try to be strong; it’s not so; I am in خوÙ
Strength in me is thin veneer; almost sheer
Too weak to stop a strong man
Chain me; restrain me before I flee in terror
If you don’t it’s your error
Do I yield or lash out?
Take me but protect you; never turn your back to me.
Trap me, hurt me; make me cry
Someone care enough to try?
Maybe piss you off; make you beat me
Who in control now angry warrior?
Drive you mad
Make you kill me?
Maybe I live to spite you
Make you think too many want me.
Wish it so
Not secure; maybe never; what will happen to me?
By Zخديجة (Khadija)
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Interesting -
A salaam alaykum Khadija ~
You've managed to convey quite a mood and set of circumstances, an interpersonal dynamic, in only a few lines! Well done - it sounds to me, however, like an excerpt from a longer piece?
YW
He conquers who endures. ~ Persius
interesting
I really hate it when I can't spell. Is this the thoughts of an fanatic watching the crowd as they walk before them. before he/she martyrs themselves?
Being captive and secure
I'd arranged to meet a man at a local Pub. The Poetry is a result of being told to sumarize my feelings about that meeting. I was excited, yet quite frightened too. Like a moth to the flame, I entered the Pub not knowing what would happen; where this meeting would eventually lead me.
One of the things we had talked of was my willingness to participate in an event where I would hang from the ceiling by hooks embedded in my back. Being to frightened, I demurred. Though a nice caning while suitably helpless in a rope harness does hold considerable fascination for me. Is life richer when one is taken close to death?
It's been quite a lot of work to decide if I should re-involve myself with the BDSM community, or to continue with my religion. It would be quite a stretch to think that the two are not mutually exclusive of each other; or would it?
Khadija Gwendolyn
an interesting first name
The first wife of the profit, I guess I'm living a sheltered life and will go back to trying survive the next day. good tidings in the pursuit of your wanderings, scthea