Beautiful in Chains

Beautiful in chains,
Red rings around her wrists,
My shackled muse, with disdain,
For my disease, with clenched fists,
Be bolted to ground, and tamed,
Lashed and maimed,
Controlled and trained…
To obey.

Disobedience be harshly met,
Curling toes and black whip wet,
Back blotched, choose to sketch,
Trails of her consequence, punishment, and regret,
I, ignorant to mercy.

Strike white skin,
A smile,
The dark night’s light spins-
Her back bends, hung,
About the ceiling,
Intimate with feeling,
She screams red,
I unchain her, we shower, and head straight to bed 🙂


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