by DaddyO
She giggles in the darkness amid snaps of whip to flesh.
Smiling unexpectedly in her helplessness.
Her rapture is a spirit freed; her capture a release.
The willful bondage she displays; all sovereignty is pleased.
The wild and willing provocateur becomes the stimulant.
While the to-blame harlot in her game is found so innocent.
Throw out the past and last year's frowns, abandon your concerns.
Recall instead subconscious thought, forget all you have learned.
A simple blue moon rendezvous becomes an angelic tryst
With a comely form to cuddle and a striking face to kiss.
No more wonder! No more doubt! Just rubbing of your eyes.
The disbelief! “Is this a dream?” You ask aloud and sigh.
While she curls up in the corner, clothes torn, thumb to her lips.
The line forms down the corridor, to target ‘tween her hips.