Worthless slut, self centered bitch,
Hurtful words that slip from lips.
Hands that lift and yank away,
Stripping pride with what you say.
Each day a struggle to try to please,
Only to be pushed back to her knees. With a shattered heart she crawls and leaves,
Feeling empty, alone... deceived.
Her mind amiss in total confusion,
Wondering was it all a delusion.
The pain flames deeper in her soul,
She feels herself losing control.
The burning desire, the need to please.
The will to surrender she returns on her knee's
With her submissive heart reeling in dismay,
She lowers her eyes as her soul floats away.
forbiddn
In the safety of darkness
And stillness of night,
The smell of rich leather,
A candle burns bright.
On a bed locked in handcuffs,
A woman provoked.
The torment she feels is
But love darkly cloaked.
Inhibitions are shed with
The stroke of the whip.
Her soul as exposed as
The flesh of her hip.
With her trust in her Master,
Resistance is pealed.
Through His touch, harsh and
tender,
A truth is revealed.
There is freedom in bondage
And pleasure in pain.
In surrendering body
True self will you gain.
-Anon.
