– SubSpace –
As the brisk snap of leather
strikes upon my supple skin,
I am overcome with a feeling of fire,
that certain kind of desire
which masquerades as pain,
which masquerades as sin.
And you whisper in my ear
those certain words that
leave my mind senseless,
while at once captivating
all of my physical senses.
“I’ll take you to a place
where only the privately depraved may go,
but in exchange for that courtesy,
I will make you show your face to me
as I reap your tender soul.”
This is the place
where the wild souls go
when they sleep.
Let me sleep here for a time,
and be peaceful
within the space of these moments.