The Wicked Ride

The restraints are tight, inescapable, essential foreplay
A reminder of my helplessness, permission to relent to all that will unfold

Blindfold and gag further augment, take away more of my freedom
Heightening my senusal awareness, drive my thoughts and feelings inwards

Once i am captured, properly wrapped and tied with a bow, You begin
Then there's the agony of waiting, as i prepare and accept my fate under Your cruelest of hands

So many think that this is You against me, a struggle of will against will
They couldn't be more wrong, this totally a struggle of me against myself

While You confer, i accept, receive each sensation
Process the pain and the pleasure, make it my own, experience it all moment by moment

During the play, the session, i am totally here in the present
Not thinking about work, family, grocery lists, everything else

Even time itself vanishes, is eclipsed by the kinky dance we perform
With You above and i below, domination and submission most divine

With each blow, flog, or lash my mind races, reacts, copes
Measuring the sensation, grading the feeling, testing my limits

The rollercoaster ride is exhilerating, stressful, and so overwhelming
Leaving me breathless, tingling, and flooded with endorphins and waves of pleasure so intense

Then the pyschological elements come to the fore, dare i say spiritual
With complete peace and acceptance of everything, all that i am

When Your permission finally comes, as it always does
My climax is most extreme, syrupy fireworks shot several inches high

Afterwards i am spent, trembling, and weak
Needing Your help to sit up, and then eventually to stand

Looking back on this, i am amused, dare i say even puzzled
Why everyone would not want to experience love, sex and lust such as this