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On his whim

by Jennifer L Banks

Sweet caressings
upon my thigh
leather blessings
make me sigh

The bee sting bites
of the cat o nine
red welts rise slightly,
how divine

It sings through the air
and hits its milky white mark
I moan in pleasure
This is our spark

This dark long haired god
I am bowed before him
“Please sir, another please”
he answers “Oh yes dear, on my whim”

04/18/2003

Posted on 04/19/2003
Copyright © 2024 Jennifer L Banks

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/11/07 at 03:43 PM

hmmmm.... interesting.....

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