by Monika

Have you ever had that craving?
The craving so intense your skin screams with want?
The burning, needing ache
searing your soul, consuming your mind?
You can almost feel the whip, kissing your skin,
peeling back the layers of numbness.
The sharp sting, making you hiss with desire,
your body crying for more.

Have you ever had that craving?
The craving for the heavy hand of your Master?
Your ears searching for the sweet sound of
the white hot slap?
You can almost feel the weight of His hand,
settling on your sore flesh, pressing the pain
further into your soul.

Have you ever had that craving?
The craving for the hard thwack of a well made flogger?
The force of the blow, nearly knocking you
off your feet?
You can almost feel your skin compressing under
the weight of the leather, and then releasing
to receive another welcome blow.

Have you ever had that craving?
The craving to be powerless befeore your Master?
The desire to serve Him for as long as He'll allow?
You can almost feel the submission growing,
glowing inside of you as you peek up at Him through
lowered lashes. Fearing His kiss, yet hungering
for His punishment.

Have you ever had that craving?
The craving for sweet, sweet tears pouring down from
wet eyelashes, cooling hot cheeks, soothing
trembling, bitten lips.
The craving so intense your skin screams with want?
The bursting, needing ache,
searing your soul, consuming your mind?

Have you ever had that craving?