Poetry

Whimper

Tags: BDsM ,  Erotic Poetry ,  Flogging

Whimper
when I command
and brace against the wall.
The flogger dances on your skin
siphoning soft sighs and sounds from your lips.
Whether born of pleasure or pain
it matters not to me—
I want you to
whimper.

Originally published September 2008

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