Adoration
Alone all day I think of you,
Dreaming what the future brings.
Obsessing over some issue,
Remembering those intense lashings.
Aching joints and black and blue,
Thinking of the cane that stings.
Intensely craving some taboo,
Of flogger thuds and a wand that sings.
Neck devices are like wedding rings.
by Deman Moonbeam/mtc
Sunday, March 16, 2014
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