Whip Kissed

Whip kissed.
Soft flesh caressed by leathers touch.
Leaving there its unmistakable sign,
the mark of love, passions design.

Strap stroked,
on rounded mound so freely offered.
The sound of love in a different key,
her moans a plaintive wanton plea.

Cane crossed
on expanses of ready waiting limbs.
The sting punctuated by breaths sharp intake.
She wishes only His thirst to slake.

Passions quelled
in arms enfolded, strongly held.
Wrapped in love, each to the other
together taking emotion further.

I really like how this has balance to it, lovely. :)

You still write beautifully, thank You.

This has such a sing-song quality to it. It's very rhythmic and has a powerful and adoring tone. :)