"Mistress"
Gavin Hart
A poem


Our blood his blood yet is the same
Your blood his blood though taints with shame
A toy a game and nothing more
Something more we mean we're sure.

Thoughts you put into this head
Wishing actions never said
Your pain our pain to save her pain
Losing one, another's gain.

You now lost but don't forget
Never cause what you'll regret
Memories held to your carress
Not a slave to a mistress.