The Dungeon (poetry)

The Dungeon (poetry)

Letter To A Rapist

Did it make you feel strong?
Did it make you feel powerful?
Tell me, most pitiful of humans.
Tell me, how hurting a woman
Has made you more of a man?

Here’s what I have to tell you.
You can bend the tallest of trees,
But it will not break.
You can snip the stem of a flower,
But it will still flourish.
You can burn down an entire forest,
But it will grow back.
You can defile and beat a woman,
But she will survive – stronger than ever.

You, on the other hand will burn,
In a place far worse than hell.
Tell me, do you still feel like a man?

© Debbie Wilk

Deb & Ton's Most Excellent Adventures in the Dungeon

(volume 1)

Stiff, cool leather against my hot skin,

I eye you up and down with an evil grin.

Trapped in my lair of pleasure tonight,

Despite your fear, you will no longer fight.

Around your wrists, I wrap the tape,

Wicked thoughts of sin await,

My own appetite I'll soon abate,

All my whims and desires you'll sate.

Held hostage to my every desire,

I will awake your passion with my own fire.

Obey my every command you will,

And of all earthly pleasures I will get my fill/

From racks and chains that bring exquisite pain,

In no other arms you feel the same.

You need my special caress, its bane,

And again we will play our private game.

The whip, the crop, the pole, the cuffs,

I will make you scream 'til you've had enough.

But no, I refuse to stop right there,

For you my pet - you will get the chair.

Duct tape your legs and arms again,

In delicious waves I appease my whim.

You beg to stop, your desire askew,

But, instead, begin once more, anew.

(c) Debbie Wilk & Tonya Greenlee

Spare Change (Explicit Content)

A kiss of leather,
a hint of lace.
The look of passion
on your face

Make me quiver
with your caress.
Your smoldering eyes
have me undressed.

Stroke my senses,
tie me up tight.
Kiss this flesh
throughout the night

Use my body
for I’m your slave.
Delicious punishment
when I don’t behave.

The scent of me
seeps to your core.
You just can't help
but ask for more.

One night of pleasure
before you sleep.
You wake alone.
But do not weep.

When once more, yearning
fills your core,
I will return -
Your sweet, cheap whore.

Welcome The Darkness

It’s for the pain
she rationalized.
More to convince herself
than to sway others.
She enjoyed the colors.
Pretty, iridescent colors.
And the way her mind
grew fuzzy, grew numb.
Not caring, not feeling.
Just letting go.
Images wavered
like a desert oasis.
Time was non existent
as were her worries.
The life she knew
up to this point
no longer held meaning.
All she wished for
was to disappear.
Who would know or care?
At last darkness approaches
Sweet, alluring darkness.
Smiling,
she sinks
into oblivion.

© Debbie Wilk

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