9th March 2011
There is a fine line between pain and pleasure
Neither one is for better
The sting of the whip, the soft lick of his tongue
The balance is weighted
Both seem to meet in my brain at the very same place
No favour is shown
One arrives with a bang and sets my body on fire, the other floats in like a snow shower
My body jumps and writhes as the whip makes it claim on me
Shrill cries of begging words
Release me, let me go
The soft lick of tongue brings sighs and moans
Desires for more
Calls of His name
Not one is the worst
The balance is equal
Pain versus pleasure
They hold hands inside my brain
Driving me onto dark desires and treasure.
I think that photograph is absolutely stunning, Molly! It’s one of my favourites for March, so it’ll be featured in my photo roundup in the first week of April.
Oh Wow…TYVM. Please drop me the link when your post is up. I am honoured.
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I’m loving this photo (but then it’s a rare image of yours that doesn’t hit the spot Molly. I clicked on the link and got a page not found message just so you know.