Crafted leather
Tightly braided
Slightly worn
the seams have faded

Three feet long
From tip to hilt
A work of art
Expertly built

And her smooth hand
So strong and steady
As I laid still
Bare-skinned, and ready

then tracing slowly
My naked side
Her senna whip
A painful collide

Screams of pain
Overcome by rapture
I was the prey
And she the captor

Stinging cracks
Leave their mark
Her timing precise
Her motions sharp

Now seeing all that
She had done
She licked my wounds,
Her passionate tongue

Then laid her toy
Above my head
And forced me farther
Into the bed-

-by all the weight
that was her own
bodies sweating,
I hear her moan

Her electric glaze
Never leaving mine
Her toxic touches
Having crossed the line-

-from friends to lovers
the choice we made
and no regrets now
since that day

and it's still hard
to remember when,
the time before her whip
licked 'cross my skin.




~*~ Dedicated to Christine, she's swell ~*~