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Click hereWrists entwine to the top of door
you study the paint as I study you
leather tip of the crop laps
slides over your hip and up thigh
rises to smack the nether lips
snare drum wacks
pleasure clashes wins over pain
steely hands on breasts
fingers vise around turgid nipples
a bite blazed on shoulder
deep whisper wrapping in your ear
"This night will forever change you."
40 tails of bison
underhanded rising to connect
crisscrossed along buttocks
each tail tapered to bite
teasingly soft tongues searching
jutting ass, beseeching
craving the leather bite
But there is the rub
we are just getting started
by the end your thighs trembling
will streak with the essence of my control
mind will separate and float away
slowly coming back
cradled in my arms.
A phrase I've never seen in a poem. :) This poem is mentioned on the new poems thread.