Scars tell a story, mine tell stories of my love pain
His lips touch my scars, kissing them, licking them
He cradles me, makes love to me
And when he says “I love you”
I arch my back in pleasure, the cuffs a reminder of who I belong to
There is darkness in his beauty, darkness that swallows me whole
With each strike of his whip, I writhe and moan
And when I feel the hot wax on my skin, I plead for release
The ropes caress my skin, tightening against the flesh
Leaving behind beautiful welts, evidence of his love
And when he strikes again, I feel the tingling in my loins
The gag possesses my mouth, my lips, holding in every moan
The hot wax drops on my nipples, and the ice delivers sweet pleasure
And when his teeth sink into my neck
I burst into flames
I cling to him, trembling from the force of our passion
And then leaning over my deliciously-bruised body, he hums words of praise
And in my ear he whispers
His love for his little masochist
Written by Muna
Yass!!!
Lol. What, Francis, not your type of play?
Can’t coman be looking like one domestic violence case or abused maid
LOL. You’re a masochist too?
Thank you so much it means a lot
Lol thank you, you make me blush ☺️☺️
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Muna… You definitely did justice to this piece.
Hope to read more from you soon
Nothing moves me like poetry and this was captivating.
I marvel at the kind of talents we have here.
OP….. I miss Dimkpa, and that guy that wrote the conversation and the one that wrote pampers. Those were amazing stories, I really hope they show up soon.
You can’t go wrong learning and honing your skills from such incredibly talented individuals.
Nice work Muna ,hope you are as beautiful as your work. ?
The artistry in this poem is so enthralling. Kinda almost makes the masochism look so inviting and appealing ?