Soft blue gray light
cold floor empty room A dark night She’s on her knees restless Head won’t stay down A smile fades from her panicked lips Master enters her eyes avoid his The quiet storm Crossing over he walks with purpose Towards the circle where she sits Folded in his gentle hand is a bull whip… New for her New for them The whip slowly threading from his hands She’s antsy and wants to rise Her hands forward flat on the floor Readying herself to a lift She smiles as he circles deliberately behind her He knows her every thought He knows her every need She wants to protest instead bites her lip For he is not a sadist This is not him She knows he will not use the whip She moves to rise CRACK She feels the breeze whip by The tail strikes the air next to her ear Back down she sits Unsure Needing to move Or Aching to quit She tests She moves CRACK She feels the vibration the sound the whip created On bended knees she still sits Quiet Silent Noticing her beating heart Now mindful of her breath A slow inhale drawing in an energetic hug An exhale letting go untwisting All knots from her hallucinations That act like a drug Nothing sexual empty Nothing crosses her mind tranquil She smiles understands This was Master’s intent Forced serenity Not repent Eyes draw close as a tear falls free For old stories And past races No running Towards a win Patience Finding a peace here Within Eyes blink open Empty is the room This master for he did not exist A smile crosses her calm lips She realizes it was she That made herself sit
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