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

looped cord
wrists bound together up front
prayer answered

the moment had come
universe drawing them here
she followed His lead

loop after loop
skeins of rope encased her form

true, she could not move
less prison than a cocoon
immobile but calm

bound to her stool
free to roam

her mind wandering
anticipating His needs
though she has no choice

small nibbles
her exposed neck
a banquet

whispered moans escape
His nibbles growing to bites
teeth sink in deeper

jaws lock
firmly on her throat
at his mercy

her back tries to arch
as she leans into the pain
He feels her heart race




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