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I Can Offer You The Most Elegant Punishment... Or Sartre
for those little transgressions that annoy you, deep in your heart.
That little pang of conscience when you think with your sex and feel with your mind.
I will know when your wires are crossed.
I will untangle them.
I enjoy literature and classical music.
I am very passionate about everything I think and feel.
You will be very challenged by me.
Dare I say, or even hope, a bit frustrated?
But I can promise you, you will be very revealed.
And revelation can be its own reward.
I know this dynamic is daunting, a process which began in you long before we met.
In me as well.
You should be willing to risk a journey.
A venturing into trust and intense friendship.
A mitigation of existential isolation.
Love.
If you seek simple role-play, replete with props and suitable scenery, there are myriad forums and play-pens for you to wallow in.
We should be beyond that by now.
Sometimes, Hell is truly other people.
When we are together in public, people will assume we are deeply in love.
I am very attentive that way.
We will be, but in no ordinary sense.
I have introduced myself to you, my sad Dauphine...
Until you share your voice, we are left in silence.
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I Will Give You A Pear
I will give you a pear
or a poem by Tsvetaeva.
I will blindfold you with Liberty silk
and bind your wrists with rich foulards.
I will pillow that which aches--
is always aching there--
between your thighs
with folded cashmere.
I will taste your perfect scent
in tides of velvet petals
(cusping with the power of the moon)
and raise it to my pleasure.
I will whisper secret Truths,
and trace my name between your hips
upon your lowest belly
Beloved.
Speak to me.
The silence is devastating.
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