You are my mistress, I, your servant.

A Poem of Addiction

You are my mistress, I, your servant, at your beck and call.

Without summons, I attend you, willing to let you control me.

Your touch, caressing my lips, your slender form, my fingers groping to embrace.

Wanting your heat, your fragrance, your intoxicating breath.

You are the Praying Mantis, female of the species, I, the mate.

Even as I hold you, taste you, inhale your passion,

You gnaw at my body, ready to strike, to kill, to devour me.

A toxic lover, demanding my attention, but giving nothing in return.

Could I but crush you, extinguish my desire, break free,

Could I but see you as a whore who takes without ever giving,

Then would my senses awaken to more wholesome loves,

But I am chained, your slave, your prisoner, filled with insatiable lust.

Are we wed? Till death do us part? With no escape?

Or can I break the bond, cry for divorce, demand annulment,

Before your poisonous fangs have torn my insides out?

Have I the strength of heart to reject your fatal attraction?

Temptress, like a siren, luring sailors to their death,

I willl close my eyes to your beauty, cover my ears to block your song.

Pray that fresh winds will fill my lungs and sails, and carry me

To greener pastures, where weeds are not allowed to grow.


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gis_r07 5 years ago from Boston, MA

What a poem! What passion and emotion! You lend vivid pictures to your reader. Congratulations on a job we'll done! Voted up and awesome!

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Thatguypk 5 years ago Author

Thank you kindly, gis_r07. I'm determined to get the bitch under control. I've been addicted for far too long!

Thanks for the positive response.


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Eileen Serapio 5 years ago from Manila, PH

i loved it! ^^

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christopheranton 5 years ago from Gillingham Kent. United Kingdom

Brilliant poem. Amazing use of language.

My favourite lines

"Before your poisonous fangs

have torn my insides out"?

I need a cigarette now to help me come back down to Earth.

Addiction is a bitch.

5 years ago

Really excellent

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THAT Mary Ann 5 years ago

Wow, if a cigarette generates all this powerful poetry, I'm on the edge of my seat waiting for a future poem about the woman who does at least this much for you!

(Smoked since the age of 16...quit about 10 years ago...just keep telling myself I want to try to see my grandchildren grow up...but, as my husband (also an ex-smoker) says, if they tell us tomorrow it was all a mistake and smoking really DOESN'T kill you...we're going out to buy two cartons of cigarettes pronto!)

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Thatguypk 5 years ago Author

Thank you for all the kind comments.

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SteveMacken 5 years ago from Galway, Ireland.

Ode to a Fag, never thought I'd see the day... excellent, PK.

Up, funny and useful.

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Thatguypk 5 years ago Author

'Fag' as in cigarette, is obviously what you mean, Steve... just to clarify. :-)

Surprised you find it funny.... no comedy was really intended. It is meant as a cry against addiction... I HATE being hooked on the weed.

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Little Kim 5 years ago from Any town U.S.A.

Addiction comes in many forms. I can relate addiction and sometimes border on obsession although I am told I am neither.

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