This is a poem I wrote back in 2005. I had this whole, “I am going to be a spoken word poet” time in my life.

Settled in the unsettle

As the metal hits the metal

Click, click

Come on baby stop fighting it,

Be patient I whisper as I give her neck a lick,

There’s this little trick

I think as I handcuff her to my bed and lit my wick,

All the scary thoughts swirling through her head,

Handcuffed,

Tied down,

Eyes that are no longer able to see,

All the fun and tantizling things she is allowing me,

Shhh….

No words are allowed my beautiful pet,

Her pussy pulsing and wet

Anticipating,

Waiting,

As hot wax drips down her back,

She squeals in excitement

And this sensual energy surrounds,

Us

In this dark, cold, room

Her bound and lost so soon

All she has left to feel and know me

Is the sound and my firm or gentle touch

Oh fuck, that’s really not much

She thinks as she begins to hear the crack of my new leather whip

Her body quivering and wanting desire

Please baby,

Just raise that ass of yours a little higher

Yes, right there, perfectly smooth

But not yet pink

Sliding my straps over them

Teasing

Knowing

Whip

Whack

Screams of passion

Thrack

Oh, yes baby more

Watching has her ass begins to show the wanting sore

Slowing down

Remembering

You can’t continue to whip her ass

And have her really enjoy that numb numbing

With ice cold licks of my tongue,

I just lap it all up as her pussy uncontrollably

CUMS!