You Hurt Me

My back is on fire.
My ass is sore.
I am welted
to the point of
wondering if
you bled me.
I’m exhausted and
So happy.

Finally,
You pushed me
To sobbing tears
Finally,
You scared me
To breathless tremors
Finally,
You hurt me
Enough
That I will feel it
For days.

I’m going to be
a mess
tomorrow.
In the days to come
I will bruise purple,
Then green
Then yellow.

I have never
Wanted
To fuck you
As much as I did
Tonight.

I have never
Relaxed
In your arms
As completely
As I did
Tonight.

My throat is
Raw
From gasping
From screaming
My skin is
Raw
From flogger
Paddle
Crop and
Cane.

You held me
On the edge of
Oh please stop
And oh please
Don’t stop.

You held me
Down
Hand on my back
Around my throat
In my hair.

You held me
After
Gently and with care
Soothing me with
Soft kisses
Gentle caresses
Anchoring me
With your body
Strong behind mine.

There is a
Sacredness
In trusting someone
With your pain.

It is an
Intimacy
Of the deepest
Level.

I am a
Willing and
Eager
Canvas for
Your artistry.

When you leave
I do not sleep.
The bed,
The air,
The sheets all
Sting and bite.
I am restless
And reminded
Of each pain
Each pleasure.

Hours later,
I settle into
Stillness,
Soreness.
Exhausted,
I turn
Face up,
Hiss at the pain
Of my sore bottom
And bruised back
Pressing against the bed,
And I touch myself.
It doesn’t take long.

And it doesn’t
Help me
Sleep.
I give up,
Get up,
Lift up
My nightgown and
Look in the mirror.
Jesus. Christ.
I’m a mess of
Stripes and bruises.

And I smile.
It’s so
fucking
beautiful.