Darkness

The darkness brings on certain feelings for me,

It's dark oh yes but I still can see,

I feel a calm come over my soul,

And then my body begins to feel my blood flow,

Like hot lava but it does not burn,

Instead it drives me as my whips begin to turn,

I hear that sound of flesh being beat,

Like music to my ears a sound so sweet,

I stop for a moment rub my hands slowly down his back,

Then with all my strength I SMACK his ass,

And again the intensity is on the rise,

I beat him some more until he cries,

It's done I release him he falls to the ground,

I sit on my throne and don't make a sound,

I open my arms my slave comes to me,

I hold him close and make the weeping cease,

He feels safe in my arms he likes to be there,

This is when we do his healing his aftercare,

As he recovers I start to turn the lights up so the darkness will go,

I to need to return from the place that I go,

Until the next time that I want to be in that place,

I'll keep a night light on just by my face.

Written 5/4/09