The most beautiful sound

The most beautiful sound
The chains feel tight
and with a clatter they tell you
your story
of life and survival
I read it in your eyes
and your body even shows me the way
Moaning, it is told
what is usually kept silent
Dance for me, my beautiful slave
let your body sweat for me
let your chains sing
and feel my whips dancing on your skin
and I enjoy
this sound, more beautiful than beautiful
the sound of liberation echoes in your soul…
© Mrs Moriah
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