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It's not a sin.
To yield and kneel in a world of knots,
of whispers soft yet stern.
Where hearts must break to truly love,
and learn what we all must learn.
What courage makes one bow so low,
and trust where trembling hearts will go?
Where voiceless power is freely given,
and sacred vows link earth and heaven?
And there a Dominant whose eyes command,
to bind ones limbs with firm and steady hand.
Each lash, each word, each tethered knot,
a pathway home,no doubt, no thought.
Not shame nor fear compels to bend,
But strength to know where we begin and end.
To yield makes not a human meak or week,
a simple aim 'the bliss' all souls do seek.
In this room, this trusted place
are things most would abhor
but no one knows what others do
behind their own closed door.
of whispers soft yet stern.
Where hearts must break to truly love,
and learn what we all must learn.
What courage makes one bow so low,
and trust where trembling hearts will go?
Where voiceless power is freely given,
and sacred vows link earth and heaven?
And there a Dominant whose eyes command,
to bind ones limbs with firm and steady hand.
Each lash, each word, each tethered knot,
a pathway home,no doubt, no thought.
Not shame nor fear compels to bend,
But strength to know where we begin and end.
To yield makes not a human meak or week,
a simple aim 'the bliss' all souls do seek.
In this room, this trusted place
are things most would abhor
but no one knows what others do
behind their own closed door.
Published 7th Jan 2025
Author's Note
It's not a sin to use a flogger.....it's a choice.
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