by Monika
Have you ever had that craving?
The craving so intense your skin screams with want?
The burning, needing ache
searing your soul, consuming your mind?
You can almost feel the whip, kissing your skin,
peeling back the layers of numbness.
The sharp sting, making you hiss with desire,
your body crying for more.
Have you ever had that craving?
The craving for the heavy hand of a lover?
Your ears searching for the sweet sound of
the white hot slap?
You can almost feel the weight of her hand,
settling on your sore flesh, pressing the pain
further into your soul.
Have you ever had that craving?
The craving for the hard thwack of a well made flogger?
The force of the blow, nearly knocking you
off your feet?
You can almost feel your skin compressing under
the weight of the leather, and then releasing
to receive another welcome blow.
Have you ever had that craving?
The craving to be powerless befeore a talented woman?
The desire to serve her for as long as she'll allow?
You can almost feel the submission growing,
glowing inside of you as you peek up at her through
lowered lashes. Fearing her kiss, yet hungering
for her punishment.
Have you ever had that craving?
The craving for sweet, sweet tears pouring down from
wet eyelashes, cooling hot cheeks, soothing
trembling, bitten lips
The craving so intense your skin screams with want?
The bursting, needing ache,
searing your soul, consuming your mind?
Have you ever had that craving? |