Inanna's Thoughts

Imagine a meadow
Look to the treeline.
I'm there - hung between two stakes, bound at
ankle and wrist, outstretched.
The summer heat shimmer across the field.
Humidity blends with my sweat.
Each stroke of the flogger bites.
The steady rhythm
Up and
Down
My legs, my buttocks, my back.
I'm lost.
The desire to feel the lashes kiss my breasts
my stomach
my vulva
my face.
Denied.
It does not come.
Heat builds, pleasure and pain confused,
my tears spill as a hush in nature descends.

The rain falls in a hard defined line across the field.
cleansing, moving toward the tree line.
Spiked sharp stinging - thousands of tiny icy droplets burn my skin.
The flogging intensifies.
I let go.
Thunder.