Peitschaklavin

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Bound slowly….
                      Stakes placed apart….
What an even distance, measured and counted….
That Stone post in the middle.
Those clanking steel manacles,
One set alone….
                       The other a loose hoop hanging free .
Wasn't that who she was?
                         …a free one…
Then why that sheen on her flesh,
Wherefore did that patina arise….
Slowly beading as she knew
….her flesh craved ,
                             her heart desired
…He wanted…
                     she could tell.  
To feed was her happiness…
To Feed Him was her delirium….
To become Sated Together was madness,
a delicious, delightful, dysfunctional
kind of nuance that He could not place
…she gave and He swallowed….
What He tried to find out…
Her joyous sounds, the rising decibels…..
inward , imploding and then His guttural response
….Outwardly exploding….
                                     starbursts say you
…..Nay a scintillating shower of sunburst petals….
raining down ere the light fades.,
….and those sounds continue….
He doesn't stop
                       ….and she won't make Him….

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