Tied

Black and grey shadows
add depth to taloned feet  
beak wide in shrill call  
it moves as she writhes  
frozen mid descent  
  
trace lines on her side as  
her screams  
drop from ringing slaps  
cinnamon spiced candles  
cast pin prick dots that flicker  
on the wall  
I rasp coarse wool  
over twin peaked nipples  
a gasp as she grasps  
the ties that bind  
followed by the sting of a crop  
 
a greedy crunch  
as her teeth crush  
raw raspberries  
I lick the juice from  
her chin  
savour the flavour of  
her mouth
tart and sweet  
 
hands sink into  
satin depths  
my teeth nibble on her neck  
whispers shiver down her spine  
 
pause in the moment  
before lashing again  
 
hands rub to ease aching muscles  
to avoid cramps  
because we are here all night  
and the bindings  
will  
stay