deepundergroundpoetry.com

Rope Burn

Bound tight
Stretched taut
Muscles ripple
Muscles ache

Arms spread
Legs spread
All screaming for release
No release, no freedon

Rope burns, holds fast
Eyes straining, straining to see
The whip that whistles its angry crack
The body bouncing crazily

In the spiders Web of ropes
Holds its prey
In unforgiving bondage
As the whip paints the body

In myriad shades of red
The body finally
Hanging limply
Soft moans of extacy and agony
Escaping quivering lips
Written by Whyme
Published
Author's Note
An adventure in truth. The truth of finding oneself and being honest about who and what you are 😊
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2 reading list entries 1
comments 5 reads 421
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
SPEAKEASY
Today 2:05am by PoetSpeak
COMPETITIONS
Today 1:17am by LunaGreyhawk
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 10:27pm by summultima
POETRY
Yesterday 10:21pm by Casted_Runes