Contours…

Silhouettes of a woman and a man.
Each having come and gone in one-way or another. Strikingly different, yet oddly the same.

One having a gentle and melodious voice,  and a need to control, but I could not give that part of me to you. The other having a deep and hypnotic voice and a need to control.  I gave that part of me unto the other.

My gift of submission…

Darkened by hues of red and black outlined them both, the passion and the vastness of possibilities and the unknowing. The ties that surrounded my wrists, the smell of your  leather.

The seductive writings, the warmth of your voice, taking me into your  world of desires, a private need to be within my embrace.

Strikingly different, yet oddly the same.

Silhouettes of a woman and a man, one on the left of me and the other on the right.  Darkened by hues of hurt and pain.   Now each has become less human with every encounter with me.   Drained of the blood that once gave them life.

That is all that is left…

Contours forever embedded on my body.
Silhouettes of a woman and a man that I continue to love…

Poem & Pictures by: Beryl Berry.
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