In the Spring of 2002, this site ran a body art poetry contest. The contest is long over, but the entries are so good, they can be enjoyed anytime! The poem below is my own, which was written to head up the contest. The following pages consist of all the fabulous poems entered by visitors to the site. Enjoy!
In anticipation of our next meeting, I get a shiver down my spine. To be in the control of your able hands Is an addictive passion of mine The day is here; I am wonderfully frightened. You lead me to the cold and sterile chair; The melodious buzzing, I am intoxicated The smells of antiseptic and latex in the air. A cool wetness, and then the graze of the blade You firmly press the sheet against my skin I inspect the mark and smile in approval; You say it is time to begin. My heart begins to race as you approach And I feel a hot surge in my veins. My breath departs me for a moment; You grin and mock my pain. I begin to relax and bask in my bliss Watching with masochistic delight. Pain becomes pleasure; torture is hedonic - I move and you hold me down tight With one last thrust, your task is complete - I am bloody, injured and content. You dress my wound and send me off; I can't wait to do it again. -Karen Hudson |
All Poem Pages: 1 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13
