Leather falls collide with ivory flesh,
Marking crimson paths on virgin skin.
Candles flicker in the wind —
The echo of ebon strands soaring past
Again and again they crash into her,
Suede waves breaking on her body’s shore,
Scarlet sweat trickles down her back
Fresh-born tears pierce her eyes —
Streak her cheeks.
Sighs and moans woven together,
Create a tapestry of pain.
Mingled with her cries and screams
A whisper, a breath, a breathless sob,
Begging, pleading, whimpering,
“Please Sir, please – hurt me more.”