FLICKING THE SWITCH

Want discipline
done in your skin?
Into the way
'50 shades grey'?
Pre-coition
flagellation?

I wield the switch,
calling you 'Bitch',
'disloyal tart',
making you smart
as hazel rod
on your bare bod
sharply descends.
peace of room rends
with stinging moan
that gets my bone,
while your hands are tied
the bed head wide,
crouching, tits down,
on eiderdown.

Pain infliction
feeds addiction.
After the purge
comes heat and urge.
Ointment I place
on reddened space.

Warming feeling
starts the healing,
desires enlarge
under massage.
Then I make move
into the groove
I set weeping,
tears-like seeping.