Thunder in the mountains:
With whispering fantasy’s they walked down the staircase
In a parade of leather plaited fetish wear show case and draping whips
Feathers of needles pressing the skin, weaving in and out the joy is within
Whipping floggers electric play the fire show was a great display
The cutting edge besides the tongues marking the skin all night long
With the thunderous echo of cracking whips the silent joy of a quiet kiss.
Meeting the people was a great thing. finding your clan with the jiggling of the chains
Black and blue with more then a clue you might of lost one friend but you gained two
Meeting in the thunder raining with poring kinks the rocky mountains was the place to meet.
By scottbaker
