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Poetess and Leather

(a sonnet)    
     
Her words suspend, tight knots in lover’s sling.    
I rise with every harness buckle’s bend,    
With every snap of leather’s rawhide sting,    
With every dig that painted nails could lend.    
     
Her pony boy would gladly take her bit,    
Her mane and tackle, tail plug’s gracious gift.    
To ride her pleasure, on my saddle sit.    
Our home dressage that shows my measured lift.    
     
If I displease, then let me feel its cost,    
For this Ring Miss’tress wields a master’s whip.    
So strap and bend, that not one lash is lost.    
Hard lessons earned from teacher’s forceful quip.    
     
I linger long, this poet’s language gain,    
And focus hard to learn her pleasing pain.
   
 
Written by Hepcat61 (geoff cat)
Published | Edited 15th Mar 2017
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