Our Spaces

As the ends of the flogger
Hit my tender flesh
I moan from the pain
That the sting inflicted
I hear in Your voice
The sound of Your pleasure
This in turn it starts the wheel
Your pleasure starts to turn into mine.
Soon I start to fly
Fly so high that I feel like I am floating
Floating in the sky with angels
With each new strike of the flogger
I drift higher and you start to fly too
Both of us entering our spaces
As we each start to fly
Like the floggers as the strands fly through the air
The trip down this road of pain and pleasure
Becomes all we start to see
Nothing else seems to matter
It is just the two of us
And the flogger
Floating in our spaces
The flogger hits hard
And I go deeper into the space
I hear You talk
And enter deeper into the space

As we go deeper into the pain
The space is so very deep
We are there together
You in Your Top space
Me in my subspace
Knowing we are flying together
The knife goes down my back
I feel the coolness of the blade
And I go deeper
You go deeper and push the edge
One small spot
Just to show control
And slowly the blood drips
And I go deeper into subspace
From the pain that is our pleasure.