by f-cynyr
I love this poem and keep returning to it. You describe the exquisite agaonies so seductively. You seem to know truly that the love is in the pleasure tendered, the pain withheld and the trust shared.
My mistress is timidity -
With each sharp stroke, you set me free ....
You certaintly seem familiar with the exquisite line over which an individual travels from pain to bliss ...
subliminal
As I read this poem
my nipples hardened,
my mouth watered,
my muscles clenched
on emptiness,
and my fingers flew
on slipperyness.
You've captured the pain and pleasure of being a submissive, and twisted words until they molded perfectly with an almost indescribable experience.
I keep coming back to your poem. I love the understanding of the bond between partners and the of the boundaries that exist.
The image of your lover bent across your lap is also incredibly arousing. I can almost feel the swipe of your hand.