I enjoy your fury
Your soul is full of madness
I like the tone, the mood you set
With only a glance, that gorgeous sadness
Pain; it cradles us, it calls to us, it's in demand
The 100 ways I could give you pleasure
With just one whisper, a touch
Of my silky, mighty, magical hand
Why am I willing to pay?
Despite the surely accrued loss?
Because I am the only one who understands;
And who is willing to accept the cost.
© copyright 2018-2024 Paying The Price Despite The Cost
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is really good. Very well penned and fun to read. Sharp wit too. Loved it.
Richard, Thx so much fort he feedback. It is much appreciated! This was a fun write, only mildly dark undertones (smile) . Xx NDS