by Cynthia Marie
The porcelain flesh beneath my eye seduces me to a perilous despair.
I reign her in by her unruly flaxen mane.
I beg her to confess her secrets - She defiantly refuses.
My fire for Manuela burns and builds in me night after night,
Once Master, I am now now the yearning Slave.
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Cynthia Marie is a New York poet, 30+, currently pursuing a Master's degree in English Literature and working as a Language Arts Instructor. Previously published in Mind Caviar, also online at Clean Sheets, Poems Niederngasse, Can We Have Our Ball Back, and various other online and print publications. She's a novice editor of a new poetry journal for women - Femme and welcomes positive people and poem-sharers to email her at: CY2000607747059@aol.com
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