I started a project a while back where I would give you guys access to a free poem every time I got an addtional 50 followers on Twitter (@JustAfterSunset). Well, you guys have done it again, and now that I've reached 450 people (God bless their souls), I popped back into the Psych Ward to give you guys your medicine.
But I've decided to switch mediciations on you, and since I'm the nurse on duty tonight, you're going to just have to take my word that it will be good for you.
Now here's your pill.
Open your mouth and swallow it.
There will be no nightmares tonight, but there will be pain. And pleasure.
So keep your hands to yourself.
Stay Scared,
Stephanie M. Wytovich
Bound
The
necklace choked me-
Black
leather rubbed
My
neck raw,
Left the area
Pink and tender-
He
pulled on the leash,
Tugged
me forward
And
I followed quickly,
Ever
the obedient slave
My
hands were bound-
Wrapped
in electrical tape,
My
wrists sore,
Folded behind
My back-
They
came together
In
prayer, in plea-
Begging for a note,
A direction to play
My
knees hit the floor-
Bare
skin on carpet
It
burned like hell,
Made me wince,
Got me hot-
The
pain was weak,
But
he was just starting,
Teasing
me with sparks
Until
he’d give me his fire
My
lips parted-
Red
lipstick smeared
Against
a desperate mouth
Moist breath,
Hot on my cheek-
I
ached in need,
Screamed
in want
Until
he bit my tongue
And
told me what to do
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