She walks in leathers in the night
Mine until dawn’s rays are spun
Her smile holds chills, not warmth of sun
Her stance is bold, a thrilling sight
Trapped in her gaze, mind in a daze
A sham I pose, to give her fight
I brace myself when whip is spun,
Her leathers whisper in the night…
The leather whips hard in the night
Stung with the strike of the first one
I writhe in joy, I am undone
And when sated, she’s gone from sight
Strange in her ways, she never stays
There is no wrong, there is no right
Just memories I can’t outrun
And hints of leather in the night
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Double Challenge:
One Stop Poetry:
One Stop Monday Form – High Octains
One Shot Wednesday:
One Shot Wednesday – Week 47 Entry
Raivenne-lations 
‘I am undone’ always always ALWAYS gives me shivers. Great one!
Thanks CP!
oh, i like this. byron would love it too, i’m sure!
🙂 I agree, Byron probably would have enjoyed this. Thanks!
maybe you wouldn’t like her in daylight…so it’s good she doesn’t stay…smiles – quite the powerful content you packed into your high octain
Hmmm, good point Claudia :D. Thank you!
oo la la…there is no wrong there is no right, what a delightful place to be…smiles.
Speaking from experience Brian? * insert Big Huge Teasing Grin here*
Thanks.
“memories I can’t outrun”
Ahhh.. we all seem to have a few of those.
well said.
beautiful n sooo honest.. that’s how it happens indeed!
Whatever ever brought some smile n still brings some when looked upon; it’s darn right.. stay in there.. catch these cushions.. I’ll send in the wafers too..
Hugs xoxox
brave and honest, well penned.
xoxox