Upon the cross:
Eyes wide shut, looking into the darkness with anticipations for the first touch,
Or lash of the toy in which She chooses, my senses on high
Blocking out the sounds around me, giving up my body and soul to the one I love
With an electric thrash upon my skin, all nerve endings flash with excitement, as my mind repents for past discretions as I offer myself to Her, wishing every lash is harder to strip away the sins of my doing. making me find a lusting hunger for Her strength and an excitement for the next lash upon me
Giving myself to Her in all ways, knowing it will never be enough to cleanse me and to make Her feel whole again,,
Knowing as She takes me down from the cross I yearn to stay upon it and wishing She would keep me there for Her frustration and pleasures .
For my penance is to serve Her with thy skin, blood and sweat .
Scott baker
