Sexy BDSM Poetry
The whip
kisses me hard,
dancing upon my skin,
turning me into your pain slut.
It licks at my flesh like a cat does cream;
I love it when it makes me scream.
"Harder," I beseech you.
Leather on flesh
The whip.
Copyright December 2007, Rhonda Lee
Published with permission from author on OystersandChocolate.com. Copying or reprinting this work in part or in whole without permission is illegal.
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