A Poem…

from John:

Your Presence is my Present

Strong hands upon my neck
Blood pounding in my ears
Holding back the tears
Hoping there is nothing to fear
Glimpsing stars behind my eyes
Your breath hoarse in my ears
Whispered threats make me erect

Wrists straining against my binds
Hands above my head, strung from the beam
Biting my lips, suppressing my screams
Fear creeps into my mind
Only then the tears appear
Do not wish to be seen as weak
For this is what i seek

The sting of the cane against my cheeks
The bite of the tail resonates
My flesh yearning for more
Flinching but standing tall
Cannot let myself fall
Surrendering to the release

Finally – peace – thank you much more

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