The Friday Poem returns, after a hiatus of some months.
Has the rope been treated well?
Have the ends been whipped?
Can you find the centre point?
Have the burrs been clipped?
Where are the safety scissors?
Are your chains arranged by length?
Do you each know what you’re doing?
Are the hard points up to strength?
You tie me down and spank me
and I wriggle and I squeal.
The rope rubs warm against my flesh.
Your hand, it hits like steel.
My feelings overwhelm me,
I grow aroused and hot.
Part of me is safe wrapped in rope
but my arse is surely not!
It was worth the preparation
I am sure you think it true.
Wrapped in rope, across your knee
and coming just for you.