Silken strands
slipping through alabaster fingers
slender, veined, webbed
deep cut lines race across the
now reddened palm.
Quivering orbs
rosed, welted, swelling
muffled whimpers chancing to escape
but confined by the hard plastic ball
the leather straps hugging her
she is submission
he hums the song of pain.
~Kory~
2002
