Ornate Wooden Brush

Ready for a grooming, seated on the floor
No escape, no rescue, and never any mercy
 
Sporting a black jacket of most dire straits
Tight fastened buckles, strips of silver grey
 
Eyes wide, rapid breaths, and quaking body
Legs spread wide to allow me creative space
 
I start gently with your trim, furry little triangle
Your tension then relaxes, nose breathing slows
 
The first crisp smack hits on your left ivory thigh
Desperate taped mews, frenzy, useless struggles
 
Slap, slap, slap, slap, your symphony resumes
Tears, sweat, and snot flowing down in rivulets  
 
Pink is followed by red, blue, purples, then black
Finally a vibrant, sadistic rainbow appears
 
A most dramatic pause then hangs in the air
Sharp bristles drag across moist, plump lips
 
Now you’re fit to be tied and luckily, you are
I almost begin to stop, finally show you mercy
 
Then I remember your most beautiful words
“I love how you are not afraid … to hurt me”