Pride

Pride

Slowly my hands glide
over your body and I feel
your heart beating through your veins
as if you were being chased
by a herd of fierce
black mares of the night

Unexpectedly, you feel my
whip caressing your buttocks
and carrying you out into the night
In my hand, you feel
the safety to follow
into unknown territory

Walls are torn down
and boundaries lose their fixed place
You bid farewell to
ingrained emotions and
room is made for
unparalleled double pride…

…pride in yourself
and my pride in my slave…

© Mrs Moriah
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