Little Black Straps
october 7, 2019
little black straps
Little black straps follow lines
And curves where your tongue
Once stirred but the lies will
Always linger on your lips
You had me nervous and safe
At once, trembling for your touch.
I saw in your eyes, a promise:
She will not get away unscathed.
Tangled in the sheets your words
Make a leash, trapped in a
False sense of security, your bed
Is my prison and a masochist’s release.
Pleasure and pain evolves
Simply into growing pains,
I have outgrown your games.
Little black straps are all that remain.
a photo series with Infinity Creek