Yielded
Power
carefully used
subtly, in ways unseen
Dominion is wielded over
my soul.
Enclose
me in your strength
Remove my defenses
all my vulnerability
is yours.
Mercy
is what I beg
but it’s not what I need
Show me none. Make me the cream of
your crop.
is what I beg
but it’s not what I need
Show me none. Make me the cream of
your crop.
Yielding
I bend to you
like clay under your touch
I am molded to your desires
Make me.
Travel
my body with
your fingers. Follow with
Your mouth. Discover my secrets
Explore.
Inside
Within my walls
you stroke and strum my soul
creating intimate music
I sing.
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Again, another group of cinquains composed at different times, when joined creating a new piece.
The artwork on these pieces is word clouds from http://www.wordle.net/
Again, another group of cinquains composed at different times, when joined creating a new piece.
The artwork on these pieces is word clouds from http://www.wordle.net/
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