An Old Poem About Bakura…

I wrote this ages ago. I was looking through my poetry book at old stuff I used to write and I dug up this little beauty. It’s great what pain does to you ain’t it?


Beast that you are, I must love you
Paralysed that I am by your eyes

Whore that you are, I must please you
Whore that I am, I oblige

Man that you are, you must hurt me
Woman that I am, I might cry

God-like you are my Bakura
Make love to me all this night.

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