On his whim by Jennifer L BanksSweet 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
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