A Poem by Miss EM

I got an itch to write a poem today. Enjoy, and read it slowly. Have a wonderfully twisted beautiful day everyone. I would have structured it here, but I am adding this to My collection of writings so I will in time.

Finding Euphoria

They get lost, lost in the words bellowing from above, while staring so helplessly at My beautiful heels, the heels that rule their minds as they muddle about in their pathetic existences, existing solely to serve a powerful pronounced Superior, splendid and spoiled in My days whilst the weakening daze into a blissful bane, beseechingly entrapped in clouds of the mind, mentally sculpting them into Mine, solemnly surrendering to My plans, panting with their trembling hands, humbling them about whilst free of any doubts, dreaming of their meaningful state, submerging them in My waves, wandering wearily will have no place, pronounced adoration of My name, nurturing those under My reign, reaming the minds to prostrate the sane, paired with passionate endeavors I intertwine euphoric tactics , twisted and dabbled in by the Divine, do dance for Me as I shine, shivering and scared of My plan, yet patiently waiting for My hand to slide sensually from above, abruptly yanking them to the ground with My glove, yelping at first and then very sound, I see that smirk as they fall to the ground, the things they need are not unfathomable and just very well may be found under My sole.

Miss EM