The most beautiful smile

The Most Beautiful Smile
When I tell you to stand
you jump right up for me
and when I ask you to bend down
your nose is already on the ground
And my gaze silences you
instantly
because my eyes speak
the language of “you and me”
And I read yours
when I see him staring longingly
at my whip
silently begging for more…
And in the silence
the crack of the whip echoes on your skin
you cringe and groan
and around my lips…
the most beautiful smile appears
© Mrs Moriah
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