Poem: Anticipation

The pat of a whip,
and my desperate cries-
pain mixes with pleasure,
the flesh never lies.

You take my body to places
my mind's never gone.
Unspeakable pleasure when I've
done something wrong.

You kiss me with leather-
You console me with cuffs.
Adore me, explore me...
I submit to your touch.

We struggle for power,
our hearts racing madly.
The struggle's relentless,
our bodies ache badly.

I lick all your wounds,
and I kiss away pain.
For my heart you possess,
and my soul is your gain.