[This was originally published in F.U.C.K. poetry Issue #28. The publish date is approximate. It was originally written April 16, 1999]
leather constricting, rubbing raw, blood flows
free. metal rings cold against arm, pain fires
through. chain flows away into the wall. a
virtual cross am i.
eyes closed it could be a noose
more leather adourns the neck.
cold steel hangs below touching my
neck. restricts and reminds me of
all things controlled.
at the mercy of her. life in her hands
all my choice. essential trust i barely
gave. everything i value in the air over
so often. my will caves in, pleasure
ensues.
trust and faith scare people else
bondage would enjoy greater frequency.
mortals fear it, and reap no rewards
it may bring.
oh the lack of control, how it feels
how i shudder as she rapes me. my
mouth full of her flesh or i might scream
no.