My demand rose with
our wine-dark glasses and she
rolled her lip
under her teeth, and dreaming of the whip
her eyes gathered shadows.

Leather braids crest and
tumble down into a white
froth of cracks,
breaking the patient silence of her back
with rivulet and moan.

When we have spent our
pleasure in welts, ache and sweat,
she will rest
her hair spread smooth and fine across my chest,
dissolving into sleep.


2 thoughts on “Breakers

  1. You need my spanking picture for this piece? You know the one, you made fun of it, but only because you wished you’d posted it? 🙂

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