Searing stings
Burned across snowy skin flexed and taught.
Dangerous, filthy things
made up random, rancid thoughts,
soaring on brutal, feathered wings.
The perfect agony she felt could not be fought,
nor her lust for the sharp, leather strings.
Wondering if her mind will begin to rot,
and erotic shame and illicit pain
pierce in one shot.
Quite suddenly, it begins to rain
in the dark, and the hot.
Spasming against each slap, flexing
every muscle
to rigidity, perfectly tight.
Inside, ideas were unsettling, perplexing.
In the dark, the wind rustled
through the trees, disturbing the moonlight.
Blue eyes to the corner, staring at the sex swing,
all the while blissful,
feeling the flashes of blinding light.
Every miniscule interuption vexing,
accelerating minds raced like missiles
on Monday night.
Sweating, thirsty, drained.
Unable to spare another drop,
under maximum strain –
enough, stop –
endurance has waned.
