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Evil little stick

Poetry By: MahVash

Tags: Bdsm, Whipping

Things I think when I see this branch on my porch.

Submitted:Dec 19, 2012    Reads: 605    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   

Evil Little Stick

I think it is taunting me
this thin stick of discarded wood
divorced from it's trunk
scattered in the wind
natures version of trash

I don't pick it up
let it stay on the porch
out of place and alone

Pick it up? Do I dare?
Run my fingers along the bark
would it care?

Will it hurt I wonder
If used on my thigh?
Will I cringe, will I cry
or simply sigh?

I ponder these things as
I wonder along keys in hand
chores to be done

I think it is taunting me
this evil little stick


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