Brutal Passion

by Molly Moore
woman at the dungeon gates

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Hold my hand and come with me

Through the gate for you to see

What mystery lay behind these walls

Dark passageway or palatial halls

I wonder which you long for most

Lords and Ladies that dance and toast

Or do dungeon cells with whips and chains

And darkly figures fill your brains

Regal dresses and beautiful jewels

Seem dull to me compared to tools

Of a dark and deviant cell

And helpless maids that face a hell

Of sinful pleasures at my touch

Where I decide what is too much

And they must give themselves to me

Down upon their bended knee

They beg of me to use them well

And not a person I must tell

Of their lusty cravings for

Being touched like a whore

By hands that pull and tear and rape

And feast upon their female shape

I bind her wrists above her head

And let the others lift and spread

Her naked little wanton thighs

And listen to their grunted sighs

As they push in her heat

And fuck her like a piece of meat

Taking her from back and front

Filling up her arse and cunt

Her whimpered little cries I hear

And on her face are drops of tear

But in her eyes I see it well

The truth of all she cannot tell

That here in my pleasure pit

She is in fact a perfect fit

And now my eyes turn to you

I wonder if you’re tempted too

Be brave enough to step this way

And trust me when you hear me say

Take my hand and follow me

Through the gate for you to see

If my tales of brutal passion

Actually ever really happen

woman at the dungeon gates



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Curvaceous Dee July 4, 2012 - 1:48 am

Melting at hotness of voice. Melting at hotness of photo. Want to be in that dungeon now please!

xx Dee

TJ July 4, 2012 - 11:40 am

VERY nice – both the poem and the recording! πŸ˜‰

Marie Rebelle July 4, 2012 - 12:41 pm

Incredible combination of voice and words… and a beautiful photo to complement it. Stunning!
Rebel xox

KaziGrrl July 4, 2012 - 1:23 pm

Mmmmm… sounds to me as if you are tempting Fate πŸ˜‰

~Kazi xxx

jana July 4, 2012 - 1:34 pm

Been listening to this on repeat on mu headphones for 10 mins now and don’t want to stop… Ahhh that voice!! Rawwrrr

Clive July 4, 2012 - 5:49 pm

Wow, Moilly – I always love it when you wax lyrical. Great poem, powerful and dark and deliciously tempting. And written from a ‘dommy molly’ perspective too – that would have been a test for you πŸ™‚

Mia July 4, 2012 - 5:56 pm

So wickedly delicious and dark – wonderful combination of sound, words and image.

~Mia~ xx

MIna Lamieux July 4, 2012 - 6:32 pm

Wonderful post!

Lily Hastings July 4, 2012 - 9:42 pm

Just amazing poetry, beautifully crafted.
And oh my… *swoons* at the recording… Love the way he says the line ‘And fuck her like a piece of meat’
*offers hand* I’m IN!!!
Lily xxx

Jack and Jill July 5, 2012 - 9:29 am

Intense poem, lovely photo, excellent interpretation of the theme!

Kim July 5, 2012 - 1:36 pm

Whoa! This is a wonderful piece of art. All of it, you have reached 3 of my senses, from over the internet and across the ocean!

DDD July 7, 2012 - 11:14 pm

I love hearing him read your words, how beautiful. How truly perfectly perfect.

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