Music To My Ears
I unbutton your shirt slowly
gently brushing my
hand over your bare chest
your intake of breath
quicken with every touch
finally I remove your shirt,
your pants follow in quick succession
that all too familiar urges is back…
I so much want to forge ahead
do all the things we use to do
but I stop midway
as the picture of
the two of you
in “our” bed
flashes in front of me,
it's been haunting me for days…
"Stick to the plan"
I think to myself
I play with your hands,
rubbing them slowly between mine,
before taking your hands
and using the handcuffs
to impale them to the bedposts…
From the stunned look
on your face,
I can see you didn't expect this,
words dried up
as the whip comes out
from under the bed,
your eyes pleading
without saying a word
as the first lash
connects with your chest
the scream you utter
is like music to my ears...
*I probably had some twisted thought going on in my head a year ago*
Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2010
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