Mercy, Merci

propelled by inertia
of impetus by you
thrust constantly
to the peak of sensuous endurance
instantly filled
and refilled
cold fingers trembling
head jerked back
upon straining shoulders
quivering bones chilled
I linger in this state of being
electrically stricken by you
seeing me at your mercy
and you at mine.



Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-02-25 at 16:34

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Rob Graber
Great title, great action. (I like "electrically stricken"; who doesn't? ;-,?)
2007-02-26



Caution! High voltage poem!
2007-02-25