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Punishment or Pleasure
Bent over His knees
my bare flesh
Pressed tight to His.
my head held up
By His fistful
Of my hair.
Tears pour down my cheeks
As the sobs catch in my throat
Trapped by my clenched lips.
i struggle to stay still
As He brings down the flogger
Its tails biting into my flesh.
The wetness between my legs
Running down the inside
Of my slightly spread thighs.
(some considerable time after my last critique - i STILL cannot move from my seat and get to bed!)
i HAD to critique this, the maso in me would not allow me to go to bed until i did...
This may not be pleasure for some but i am glad that S/some can respect that it IS for us.
EXCELLENT piece of work from you, AGAIN... you are a truely talented, brilliant writer.
(i know i KEEP saying i'll go to bed, but i really SHOULD, sleep deprivation does NOTHING to help me in the recovery from my mania) (sorry, i don't mean to keep turning your critiques pages into my personal diary (journal, if you're from the US - i haven't read your Bio yet)).
Thanx for putting your poems up here, i think that, asides from being delightful to read, they may help those who do not understand BDSM relationships better understand it - all my own poems rant on about is my own selfish love of physical pain! Nevermind...!).
TAAvSM x
(Loved what John wrote - "nice one John!", and no i didn't mean that disrespectfully to anyone, i meant it with sincerity, it was a good - and amusing, for me anyway - critique).
Hi Breanna
Nice work! It works for me.
I see your bait got a bite from the shallow end of the gene pool!
Keep on being yourself, and being naughty!
John R-B
And why is this pleasure? The poem does not explain that. Can you clarify? My question is legitimate.
Starward