My head is a brothel.
Thoughts twine between lies within silk.
As bodies press against the sinful milk.
There she sits.
My Mistress with all her whit.
Tape her wicked tongue.
She fills blood into my empty lungs.
Through painted lips, she smiles
yet I only taste her utter vile.
As her bounty grows with
the ecstasy of my longing sinful love.
She whispers my dark lullaby tune,
as we live in our commune.
My Mistress revels
as my shell shivelles.
She ties me down to the bed
that is laden with my thick regret.
Press upon by my grave shame
long may my Mistress reign.
My waking thought she devours
as I succumb to her power.
Yet when I reach for the shimmer of heavens light
tears roll down my cheeks as
she grips me tight.
She is the maîtresse à l'esprit
a Mistress to my mind.
- Rose's Kiss
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What is this poem about?
For different people this poem will mean different things. The mistress within the poem for me represents the negative thoughts that we allow to currupt our lives and that without even noticing we have become addiced to. This poem is a remined to me that we should never let these thoughts to become a mistress to our minds.
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