The Misteress
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The Mistress
Whip me, chain me, but I can’t confess
My darkest erotic fantasy
Can’t we have some good old-fashioned sex?
My vows to you will pass the test
For better or perversity
Whip me, chain me, but I won’t confess
You’d never understand, my stern mistress
In my collar and lead I beg, adoringly
For some simple, plain old-fashioned sex
I thought I’d tame the lioness
Bring out your instinct for maternity
I was wrong, I must confess
My darkest erotic fantasy
Can’t we have some good old-fashioned sex?
My vows to you will pass the test
For better or perversity
Whip me, chain me, but I won’t confess
You’d never understand, my stern mistress
In my collar and lead I beg, adoringly
For some simple, plain old-fashioned sex
I thought I’d tame the lioness
Bring out your instinct for maternity
I was wrong, I must confess
Now I’m handcuffed to your cruel caress,
Just a failed missionary
For good, old-fashioned sex
I’m a willing slave to your happiness
You don’t need your shackles, to fetter me
Whip me, chain me. But I must confess
I’d love some good, old-fashioned sex
This is a rhyme scheme called ‘villanelle’.
It was an exercise for Michael Donaghy’s poetry class
at City University where he encouraged us to experiment
with different poetry forms. He was a heavyweight poet
and Whitbread prize winner but seemed to despise literary
pretensions. He was the only one in the class to laugh at
my jokes. Sadly he died in 2005.
Just a failed missionary
For good, old-fashioned sex
I’m a willing slave to your happiness
You don’t need your shackles, to fetter me
Whip me, chain me. But I must confess
I’d love some good, old-fashioned sex
This is a rhyme scheme called ‘villanelle’.
It was an exercise for Michael Donaghy’s poetry class
at City University where he encouraged us to experiment
with different poetry forms. He was a heavyweight poet
and Whitbread prize winner but seemed to despise literary
pretensions. He was the only one in the class to laugh at
my jokes. Sadly he died in 2005.
