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A little bit of

A little bit of ego bruising
Never grew tiresome in the slightest,
Even flirting with pleasure
Described by the shortest wavelengths.

She always loved being the butt of a joke.

It felt good she said,
I love it when you devestate me,
No matter how demeaning.

&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp S and M
Was not a term she held a particular fancy for,
Her teeth grinding with its uttering.

A little bit of disrespect was never all that wrong…

Was it?

I mean really,
The only apple being bruised was hers,
A maniacal sort of laughter
(seen through the right eyes, anyway)
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp an antithesis to everything

someone

&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp had once taught her
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp as she slept and dreamt of the heartbreak she could make for herself,
the dates she could create and cancel
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp for the sheer ecstasy of rejection.

But it really never was as sweet as the first time.

A little bit of improvisation never caused catastrophe,
Save for personal,
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Long nights that dwindle
to whips cracking

&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp And their soothing sound as they clapped against her perfect back,

A canvas she found fit to sully,
Quite well I might add.

A little bit of pain never hurt anybody…

&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp So to speak.
©2002-2009 ~chaosboy
:iconchaosboy:

Author's Comments

A very quick write for me. Only a few minutes. I like it.

For Daniela. As always, she asked me to write something. Without her, I'm lost.

And I know it.

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:iconprettyheretic:
this is fuggin' perfect! damn, kid! uz soooooo good.
:icontmpst24myst:
your words affect me in such a powerful sense Chris..I don't know what to say anymore. it almost seems like everything you write is based on my thoughts and feeling(though i know very well that it's not).

i've said this before-you must be in my head. not that i could ever write like this or even close, but you know what i mean.
Heart

your words kick ass and confuse me all to hell as to how you do it.
Black Rose

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June 22
:iconspittle:
WOO-PAH! But this time it's pertaining to the character in the poem. And it's a pleasant woo-pah for her, no less.
:iconcooper:
very excellent reading lovely work,t ake care :O (Eek)
:iconbruisedapple:
*laughs at spittle* I love that guy.


*cries* Way to quote directly from a conversation Chris. Wow. It's so disturbing to see it all laid out like that. Went to metaphors, that's good. The whips and what not. And including several characters into one. Exageration and what not.

*ahem* "The only apple being bruised was hers.." apple...being bruised...that sounds somewhat familiar. Oh ya! That's my name! Subtle Chris. Very very subtle.

But I love it. You know I do. Cause after all just like in my favorite lines,

"A little bit of pain never hurt anybody...So to speak"

Thank you dear. I love the poetry I make you write for me.

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~As I said before, I never repeat myself

That's right. You heard me.
:iconaysel:
jesus, why can't i write like this? =( (Sad)

i'm having trouble writing.... i'm about to submit somethin that im not so sure ill keep up =\

but this is great.
I love the structure, the words, the everything

you never cease to amaze me Worship

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"If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you, that is the principal difference between a dog and a man."
Mark Twain
:iconspunj13:
different....definelty different...not only the content, but also the form...

i particularly like that odd sort of form... it is very chaotic, and yet has a sense of order to it at the same time

//spunj13

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doctor!doctor!
wind up your soldiers and send them to see, the skies and the oceans their coffins will be

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