Flagellate

By Stone Bryson

Tie my soul down to the bed

and gag my haunted eyes,

if you want to hurt me, Sweet -

then fucking do it right.

Take your scourge across my chest

and rip apart my soil,

jab me with your fiery prod

and bring my skin to boil.

Slap my face into submission

and shatter every bone,

lay your whip across my back

and make my flesh your own.

Drag your blade across my thighs

and open up my veins,

get it out of your system, Sweet -

so we can start again

Copyright © 2007 Stone Bryson.  All Rights Reserved.

Written October 2007

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