Hmm… I don’t really know why I wrote this. I think it was when I got possessed, at least momentarily by some other force. Actually, I wrote it after reading Leopold von Sacher-Masoch’s “Venus in Furs” and of course after listening to The Velvet Underground song by the same name. Truth is its dark, but I like writing about love or lust and what forms it can take. Writing about ordinary things is easy, it’s the strange and unusual that becomes hard to comment on. Oh, and for the record, it’s not personal.
Shimmer wild, while moon throws its blue light.
Razor sharp in her hand.
Held high, over soft bareback.
Fierce fire coming down with might.
Bend double, soft fur beneath him.
Hands tied, body’s sore.
Writhing wild, on wounds still bleeding.
He feels his mistress and her warmth.
"Bend lower, don’t disobey me."
His mistress demands again.
Caught in chains, how she whets him.
Coming closer, whip in her hand.
Face down, pinned, showered in love unkind.
Lost in sheets of purple dressing.
Legs wrapped, bodies intertwined.
How he falls, while belts tame him.
Boots made to walk on a road of skin.
Drowning deep in the ocean of the helpless.
He screams, while a foot strikes the chest.
“Waiting here you servant, your body.
I am only yours to keep.
Harder now, will you please me.
Once struck, the mind’s at peace.”
“Scream, shout,” she cries.
Another, another round of your might.
Just another taste of love unkind.
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