aliljaded 53F
23957 posts
10/12/2017 2:00 pm
The Marks..

The Marks...

Yes, I see the red welts on your bottom,
raw and angry and tender,
a reminder of your need,
of how the pain drains your mind
of its madness and fear,
and brings you peace.

Yes, I see the marks of the corset,
tight against your skin,
holding you back, holding you out,
exposing each curve and withholding
the ability to breathe
deeply.

Yes, I see these marks,
knowing as only true love knows,
that they pale against the marks
that cannot be seen.

The Other Poems~


"Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”


1uncommondom 77M

10/12/2017 3:56 pm

The marks you see
are of little consequence.
Compared to the marks
in your heart an soul.


aliljaded 53F
8847 posts
10/12/2017 2:28 pm

beautiful.

"Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”



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