Royal Blue crop,
tipped with leather
Vibrating the air with a swish,
that warns before it hits
vibrating fear and want along my spine.
Divine
anticipation and hit.
Red stripes
from blue cane.
Radiating warmth,
blooming agony,
and exploding ecstasy.
I wiggle and writhe
roll over and squeal
but the hits continue
as I turn the air blue
with curses.
Breast, belly, thigh.
hip, butt, back.
Unerringly aimed
to give the most pain
in the same goddamn spot
again and again.
So I roll away,
for a moment’s relief.
But it doesn’t stop, it never stops,
and I laugh
and I cry
and I roll and I plead
as the reds turn to purples and blues.
Blue.
I hate it.
Blue I love it.
Blue.
the colour of friendship and pain.
The birthday gift given
to you
to give back to me time and again.
blue which makes red, pain that brings pleasure…
awesome!
Thanks :)
Ohhh that looks like a mean bit of blue
Molly
It really bloody is. Especially in the hands of person I gifted it to!
Fun idea for prompt x
Thanks! I wasn’t sure I could think of anything then this crop jumped to mind!
Lovely! The gift that keeps on giving… ;)
Rebel xox
Oh, very much! :D