In shadowed rooms.
That’s where whispers tread,
Circling all around as hands dance,
Caressing, up and down her body. Squeezing, pulling, gripping.
A dance of rope with words unsaid,
Only huffs, and growls, and squeals.
She meets the touches with heated excitement~ pulling and squirming under such
harsh demands.
Her body strains but yet, finds release;
In pain, each fiber digs causing strange vibrations. Her toes are numb and cold as they dangle. Her thigh flexes, cramped and tied close to her hip; but her face; nothing but soothing peace.
Each strike, a mark, a tender bruise,
A love that heals as she sways, a smile creeping across her face. A thank you leaves her lips.
She learns the language of the lash,
slow heavy thumps, as deep moans escape leading to a quiet crash. An ocean; like never ending waves of ecstasy sweeping her unconscious, leaving only her body for his safe keeping.
In gentle thread,
Of a bond that grows, of white primal fire.
Hohoho bitches !
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