Plead

I move with precision
To do what I envision.
As I move about
You do so shout.

I raise high, the whip
The handle I do so grip.
I strike your willing flesh
And see the red marks fresh.

Your head bowed
Your heart is proud
To give what I need
Not once do you plead.

You want this pain
You will not complain.
You know you will bleed.
This is what you so need.
...

I see you standing there
A look upon your face
One that is so rare
And needs no erase.

I stand close to you
Lean up and press
My quivering lips into
Yours with loving caress.

I feel your heart beat
Under my palm
Knowing this sweet
And utter calm.

I feel your very touch
And your kiss has stole
My very breath as such
Right down to my soul.
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