I lay in a dirty motel room
Motel 6, on a bed of stains
Stains unknown of what made them
Full on alcohol and poppers
I lie there
Spreader bars between my ankles
Ropes strangling my appendages
Masks, cages, chains, gag
Bent in eagle for the world to see
But the world doesn't see
I'm like this for you-
Only you
Because only you can strut
Into the corroding room
Leather bound, whip and paddle
One in each hand
I hear slaps, scratches
Feel humility and...pleasure?
An intense electricity coarses
All throughout my body
Slow pulses that follow each mark
That you discipline my body with
"Thank you Master"
I say in agonizing pain
And blissful pleasure
In a gag muffle voice
Through a hood amongst my face
And with your deep, gruff voice
And a wide hand
You wrap your fingers around my throat
Two words, one sentence
"Good boy"
And I'm putty in your hands
As we add a new stain
To these shaded sheets.
In a jaded mind
I could have stayed there forever
YOU ARE READING
Eyes Open Poetry by Preston Smith
PoetryI've realized that I spend countless hours expressing myself through art like poetry and not sharing it. I share my deawings, my makeup, my paintings and edits but I've never shared my last medium in art...writting! So in this book is my poetry for...
