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My Dark Mistress's spell

Yes, my Dark mistress, right away,  of coarse I will do anything you say.I will fetch you your cape if you wish,  or turn in circle's with a little swish. I could bring you a fun young stable boy, or find a strapping page to use as a toy.Or maybe you are in the mood for a treat, I saw a giant peasant lad down the street. My Grace I will do anything you desire, I will prance and dance around the Fire,My only purpose is to serve you true, and to find the meaning to all you do. And one day I will earn my coven place, you will come to me and up turn my face.There will be a sweet brief moment of my pain, then I will be with you forever while you reign. 





3/12/09

Julie
D.D.
— DawningDaytripper, Mar 12, 2009

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Region, Country: Robe valley, WA, USA

Favorite Poets: All of them, for differant reasons. Neopoet poets have influenced me the most over the last 2 plus years. Great teachers. Edgar Allen Poe, Dickens, way to many to list...

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Electric Blue

Electric Blue

17 years 2 months ago

My dark mistress's spell

Julie WoW I wish I could do rhyming poems with such delicious flavour and tone. I just love this it flowed off of the tongue with such ease. I was swept away as you submit to your masters wishes waiting until he becomes yours completely. The teasing the waiting was compelling my friend. Always Electric Blue
Rett

Rett

17 years 2 months ago

Whew, I think I'll pass

I tend to be a selfish, independent bawstard! *LOL* Good write though. Just a couple of wee tiny errors. *G* or turn in circle’s(circles) with a little swish. you will come to me and up turn(upturn) my face. And the dance goes on! 5/5 just acause I happen to like the subject. Respectfully, Rett: "Next time you think you're perfect, walk on water." "A Democracy can withstand anything but Democrats." Robert A. Heinlein