Broken

Broken

The whip sings through the air
and laughs as it strikes your skin
A shudder runs through your body
and I revel in this gesture

And your pleading cries
will be the sweetest serenade to me
you there, moaning at my feet
and I, gazing down at you from above

And when your body can no longer endure
and your spirit is broken
only then is the end in sight
Then I’ll untie you, take you in my arms
comfort you sincerely and gently
and we’ll both be in balance again

© Mrs Moriah
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