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Click hereThe quivering of your lips,
the flaring of your nostrils,
the tensing of your limbs,
the catching of your breath,
the tearing of your eyes,
the silent plea for more...
They are all answered
with another fall of the flogger.
Loudly, you scream in the moonlight –
your voice filling the room,
your voice filling My heart –
violently, you flail against the bonds –
taking pleasure in your bondage,
taking pleasure in your openness –
proudly, you absorb the renewed pain –
allowing it to sustain you,
allowing it to consume you –
until the tears reach the pillow
and I know that you can take no more.
Only then do I set the flogger aside,
perch between your bound thighs,
and alleviate your pain and your need.
Lewdly, you scream in the moonlight –
your voice filling the room,
your voice filling My heart –
desperately, you flail against the bonds –
receiving pleasure from your bondage,
receiving pleasure from My tongue –
lovingly, you expel your sweet nectar –
allowing it to sustain Me,
allowing it to anoint Me –
until I at last lift My head away
knowing that you have no more to give,
for you are at last spent and sated.
This poem was mentioned in the New Poems Review in the Poetry Forum.
Point/Counterpoint ~ pain and pleasure administered and measured as distinctions become blurred.