In Its Grip
She was irresistible
Lust had me in its grip.
Tempered though somewhat,
When she produced the whip.
"What is this I said,
What is this game you're playing."
"You'll know soon enough, said she
For you are for a flaying."
I couldn't make a run for it
I'd let her tie me to the bed,
As she began to crack the whip
My heart fair filled with dread.
But several lashes later
How could I have known,
I really rather liked it,
My 'interest' had grown.
Entry for
Sexy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lewis Raynes.
18/11/18. Placed 2nd.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2018
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