The silence of your being

The silence of your being

As resolute as the night’s arrival,
as irrevocable and consistent,
I control your desperate moans
through a path beneath your skin, purposefully
I love the sound of searing pain

Enjoying your oh’s and ah’s
softly stifled by a gag or a muzzle
but through the steel shackles
unable to make a move
And I enjoy my power

I let your chains rattle
and my whip sings the highest song
And the impact sounds sweeter
than your stifled song
and my smile grows with every blow

Be silent, or I’ll strike harder
a path toward the silence of your being
and once there, you’ll kneel
and kiss my feet out of respect
for the silence that descends upon you
and you may enjoy it…

… for a moment

© Mrs Moriah
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