Your Whip Is Wicked

Stitch me up from tattered pieces.
Mend again my willingness to show,
Emotions I have for you...
Are unending and I can't let them go.

But where,
Where does this end?
When will I stop it allowed,
The bending to break me that begins.

Your whip is wicked.
You leave me whipped and too exhausted,
Tattered and stripped!
Knowing my addictions only you can fixed.
Your whip is wicked!
Yet...
Enduring it I find delicious and I submit,
Over and over to your wickedness.

Stitch me up from tattered pieces.
Mend again my willingness to show,
Emotions I have for you...
Are unending and I can't let them go.

Your whip is wicked.
You leave me whipped and too exhausted,
Tattered and stripped!
Knowing my addictions only you can fixed.
Your whip is wicked!
Yet...
Enduring it I find delicious and I submit,
Over and over to your wickedness.

Your whip is wicked!
But...
Don't go.
Your whip is wicked!
Please, don't release your hold.
Although I'm left stripped, tattered and bruised!

Your whip is just too wicked,
And you know I'm left addicted...
With a needing your fix.
Your whip is wicked!
But...
Don't go.
Your whip is wicked!
Please, don't release your hold.
Although I'm left stripped, tattered and bruised!
And being whipped I can't leave the mood...
I refuse.

I'm whipped!
And you are wicked.

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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