Poetry: Selections from Sharone

The Chanel Purse

The black mink blindfold

Then the door slammed

The sound of your zipper

I adhered to your command.

You told me what to do

But you wouldn’t let me see

A luxurious gift sat on the bed

That you whispered was just for me.

You let me enjoy the pleasure

Of the sensuous way you shot your shine

You ordered me to lick it off

And the gift would then be mine.

I did exactly that

While you watched with dreamy eyes,

I took the gift lovingly,

Without any ties.

That Red Lipstick Again

The evil look that I love

The door once again slammed

Just like always

I’m in your command.

The roses touched my face

You leaned in so near

The smoke from your cigarette

I smelled the fear.

I knew what was next

You performed with style and grace

Erotically smearing my red lipstick

Across my “Chanel-ed” face.

Never ceasing to amaze

You always know what I like

And the falling rose petals

That know when to strike.

So evil I hate you

But you won’t go away

Even though our moments are fleeting

We both choose to stay.

One Day We Were Together

One day we were together

You even took my hand

It gave me so much splendor

To be in your command.

You spoke of being kinky

Your gestures were so cool

But how was I to know

I’d be your slave and fool.

 

You punished me with madness

You beat me with your lies

You treated me so thoughtless

Your tactics were so wise.

I melted to your wishes

I have your everything

I just wanted your hands to touch me

But it was only anguish you did bring.

 

You were so mean, so cruel, so bad

But little did I see

The pleasure you were getting

When you stepped on me.

I found out much to late

When you untied me to be free

That now I wanted you more than ever

So much more than you wanted me.

Sharone has lived a multi-colored life filled with pain, punk, and pleasure.