Untitled Thoughts


In dungeon darkness
Metal pulses, throbs
Pounding with my heart

Stand before the cross
Hands upraised, head bowed
Preparing myself

Bound in place, shiver
Thrills dance down my spine
Crack! And it begins

Fall into myself
Bass line in my ears
Sets pace for the blows

Adrenaline surge
Laughing and cursing
playing this dark game

He loves me of course
His hands convey it
Each strike, a caress

Cleansed through fire, through pain
Showing my strength
For the joy of it

Done, cut down, smiling
“You did a good job,
I’m so proud of you.”

Curl up in his lap
sleepy and happy
Thankful I have him

To do this to me