"sensuality in shadow"

jarred glass in her hair
steely eyes deep in cold stare
stripped to black leather

bull whip in her hand
willing boy no longer stands
fettered to the wall

she secures each lock
her mind on load, like a glock
natural surrender

ties blindfold in place
steps back to value his grace
lights sixty candles

proceeds to her mark
shadowed energy so dark
cracks the whip to skin

which she does over again
striped music dances on red

`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
7jan09
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