Paint

3 08 2017

This is one in a series of Haiku battles between myself and a dear Lady Cheryl DeWolfe, who blogs at Flotsam and Jetsam. These collaborations are all very erotic and were written in real-time exchanges with no outline nor discussion of the content before each began.

Note: no bytes were killed in the writing of these, thou some of them may be scarred for life

I watch His smile grow
a sadistic plan is hatched
chill runs up my spine

blank canvas waits
His paints lay in perfect rows
first brush is drawn

inhaling deeply
I present him my canvas
bracing for impact

first stroke
buggy whip to left thigh
beast wakens

startled and stinging
hoping I am strong enough
remember to breathe

crossed lines
checkered welts down her thighs
trickles of red

I cannot hold back
guttural screams and sobbing
blood running for Him

whip set aside
hand touch the weeping welts
finger painting

watching His designs
unfold across battered thighs
strangely hypnotic

blade drawn
against her throat
time stops

caught off guard, frozen
there is hunger in His eyes
helplessly she waits

blade turns
down between her breasts
thin red line

attention shifting
matching the path of the blade
new patterns emerge

throat to thigh
vertical lines dotted red
Beast howls

happy tears flowing
she will wear His marks proudly
until they should fade

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