THE MASOCHIST

THE MASOCHIST

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

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  1. JArch
    September 19, 16:34 Reply

    Muna… You definitely did justice to this piece.

    Hope to read more from you soon

    • MUNA
      October 23, 10:53 Reply

      Thank you so much it means a lot

  2. Foxydevil
    September 19, 18:20 Reply

    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. ?

    • MUNA
      October 23, 10:55 Reply

      Lol thank you, you make me blush ☺️☺️

      • Francis
        September 20, 10:09 Reply

        Can’t coman be looking like one domestic violence case or abused maid

  3. BRYAN PETERS
    September 20, 23:09 Reply

    The artistry in this poem is so enthralling. Kinda almost makes the masochism look so inviting and appealing ?

    • MUNA
      October 23, 10:56 Reply

      Lol?, it can be sometimes.

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