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province of darkness
sex is a beautiful and glorious thing,
the wonder of it bathed in the blessed, sanctified
light of the heavens. angels sing rhapsodies as they
smile upon pristine lovers engaging in their sensual
miracle, and afterwards glow in their own radiance.
sex is the brightest star…
…but not my sex.
my sex was made for the darkness,
as I enter my chamber of exquisite torment with my
willing (sub)Miss, a woman who knows that her ass
was made to be spanked, and begs to feel the whip’s
sting. to hear the merciless cane singing as it slashes
the air, and bites like a rabid ferret into her tender,
scarlet flesh.
she is kin to the cuffs and the chains that caress her,
the course, scabbing ropes that bind her to my depravity.
she floats in amrita as she surrenders to my wolfen hunger,
my mouth upon swollen tips that rise from punishable
breasts, my hands, and thereafter my inquisitive dragon,
invading the absolute woman of her.
her screams destroy the shaded glass of silence.
her pit of passion runs like a silver stream…
my sex was made for the darkness,
but leave a small light on –
I want to watch you tremble.
the wonder of it bathed in the blessed, sanctified
light of the heavens. angels sing rhapsodies as they
smile upon pristine lovers engaging in their sensual
miracle, and afterwards glow in their own radiance.
sex is the brightest star…
…but not my sex.
my sex was made for the darkness,
as I enter my chamber of exquisite torment with my
willing (sub)Miss, a woman who knows that her ass
was made to be spanked, and begs to feel the whip’s
sting. to hear the merciless cane singing as it slashes
the air, and bites like a rabid ferret into her tender,
scarlet flesh.
she is kin to the cuffs and the chains that caress her,
the course, scabbing ropes that bind her to my depravity.
she floats in amrita as she surrenders to my wolfen hunger,
my mouth upon swollen tips that rise from punishable
breasts, my hands, and thereafter my inquisitive dragon,
invading the absolute woman of her.
her screams destroy the shaded glass of silence.
her pit of passion runs like a silver stream…
my sex was made for the darkness,
but leave a small light on –
I want to watch you tremble.
Published 5th Mar 2013
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5th Mar 2013 1:57am
I love this write, especially the ending.
I appreciate your likening the sting of a cane to a rabid ferret's bite. Well put.
Very nice. Very arousing.
I appreciate your likening the sting of a cane to a rabid ferret's bite. Well put.
Very nice. Very arousing.
The sting of the cane and the whip are what i was born for. I love this.
5th Mar 2013 3:55pm
Anonymous
7th Mar 2013 10:05pm
:it is very easy to notice someone from their words! Ive taken notice! SEXY Ink! X&O
23rd Mar 2013 6:27am
Ohhhhh yes thats one hell of a write. Even your tone comes across. Bravo Syn.
Anonymous
- Edited 14th Oct 2019 3:45am
30th Mar 2013 11:52pm
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'Inquisitive dragon'? this is
no other than beauty, to be awakened
beyond the flesh, transcendentalism.
like rising unto another. Has me
pondering.
Bowing.
no other than beauty, to be awakened
beyond the flesh, transcendentalism.
like rising unto another. Has me
pondering.
Bowing.
20th Mar 2016 4:35am
Favorite parts of this:
-"…but not my sex.
my sex was made for the darkness,"
that transition from light to dark. YES!
-"her screams destroy the shaded glass of silence.
her pit of passion runs like a silver stream… "
-"but leave a small light on –
I want to watch you tremble. "
-"…but not my sex.
my sex was made for the darkness,"
that transition from light to dark. YES!
-"her screams destroy the shaded glass of silence.
her pit of passion runs like a silver stream… "
-"but leave a small light on –
I want to watch you tremble. "
