A friend posted some delightful writing in a group chat and it lit a fire under me…

This is the first time I’ve written anything remotely close to free write poetry in probably 6-7 years. I’d love feedback.
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It’s not very often that I wonder if someone is thinking of me; their words, written so eloquently that it sets my skin ablaze…

Today marked one of those moments.

I wonder if I am your muse

The new thing you wish to torturously analyze

As if I am a specimen in the hands of a skilled scientist.

Which brings me to those hands…

I have seen how they grip the handle of a flogger, of a whip, of a cane. And how I wish I could feel the result of that grip lick against my skin.

Feel what it means to be undone by you.

You want to remake yourself, I want to know myself.

To be polled from the mindset I have carried for so many years, so that I can even begin to know the wants that scare me.

Am I the one you wish to claim?

To mark me in your colors?

To mar my skin as you test my limits and we learn them together?

I long for what it means to be yours, to use the one word I’ve said only in passing that seems to ignite the flame under both of us…

“Sir.”

To feel the creak of leather in my bones as I stretch the cuffs you’ve put me in, the gentle clink of chains in an otherwise harsh condition

Yet it’s the harshness I crave

The feeling of impact

The tightness of your hand around my throat

The constant reminder of your claim as I don the collar I have craved since you first come to me with the possibility of being yours

You want to create beautiful agony?

Well… if you desire it with me

I submit

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gn4vtq/a_friend_posted_some_delightful_writing_in_a

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