I fell from Grace
wearing her lingerie
holding her favours
and gambling mine.

I fell from Grace
ripping the sheets
dragging my nails
and clenching my teeth.

I fell from Grace.
I bleed her name.
I bear her shame.
I fear her face.

Grace.
She holds the whip I chomp at
-- blots the blood from each mouthcorner.

Grace.
The svelte and so sublime
drawing satin coat tails
through my fingers.

09/29/2004

Author's Note: Revealing Grace to be a beautiful crossdressing dominatrix in white? Yeah, I'm not sure how this one evolved....

Posted on 09/30/2004
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