Veo que varios Mazmorreros tienen inquietudes artísticas, y se me ocurrió compartir una de las mías con ustedes.

Desde peque que escribo poesía. Lo raro es que me sale en inglés. Intenté escribir en español pero no hay caso. Sale así. Tengo un blog dedicado al tema que se llama Tinta de Tatuador Albino.

A lo largo de los años he ido escribiendo algunas cosas relacionadas con, o inspiradas por, el BDSM. Las más viejas son incluso anteriores a que yo me diera cuenta cabal de mi gusto por la práctica.

Acá les dejo algunos. Siéntanse libres de comentar (¡y de visitar el blog!).

Play with me

Call me master when you´re here.

Don´t pretend its otherwise;

or you´ll have to pay the price

of being forever slave.

Do all the things I command you,

and always with tender care.

I´m here to teach you how to be

my beautiful, proper mare.

Pain binds us together.

And once and again,

You´ll come crying to my feet

to be punished for your sins.

It really doesn´t matter then

what we are outside this shell.

I´ll will always be the master here

You´ll forever be the slave.

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Alice in chains

Hole of pain

of pleasure of despair.

The sinking feeling I know

comes after tripping,

whenever I cheat myself

about the reasons

my mind works for.

Tyger burning bright,

jumping sideways

over the stream,

Flowing into unknown parts

of the rabbit.

Fill me, rabbit,

teach the meaning of

Pink

to an empty vessel

of imagery.

Trust you I don´t;

the tooth is green grim

Prima Donna of lust

opening the hole

Of pain

Of pleasure

Of despair

to suck me in

once more.

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Enslave me

Teach me your truth,

the truth of pain.

The rules of flesh

that never end.

Another time

and two,

reflect my sins.

Touch me,

I dare you,

like you never did.

Pierce the flesh,

bite the bone,

break the will,

bend my core.

Twist my mind,

cry my blood,

wish me death,

and go.

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Eating body

Tender, tender flesh

ready to be eaten,

ready to be loved

(as if there was a diff´rence

between those).

And oh yeah - the lips,

the eyes, the hips,

the soul, the hole,

is all just one thing:

a meal.

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The bond

A streak of red,

A red strike

Crisscrossing through

My lover´s back.

The mark that we

Share night and day.

The love that binds

Inside the pain.

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Her whole

She knows

her hapiness

is in her whole.

She tries

and yet she´s not

sure where it goes.

Believe.

And cry.

Long rest

`fore night;

Then once

again, try,

O you

sweet hole

of mine.