The cuffs hold her gently to hanging rings
As melodies of love violins sing out.
A lonesome flute joy to her senses brings
Inviting rhythm, picking up the knout.
The lashes, they cascade to music's tune
Cymbals come crashing to add to the song.
She cries softly of her love to the moon
Enticing desire with fine leather thong.
The music giggles as pleasure dances
In freedom of rhythm her lust will flow.
Soft music, sharp pain, her love enhances
Leaving her body in shimmering glow.
The last soft notes as she finds loves pure light
Revelling in the music of the night.
Author notes
Knout an old English whip.
Prompt song title: Music of the Night ~ Andrew Lloyd Webber
Comments
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this is butiful Jems
i love it
xxx Your angel xxx
wonders if you have a knout in Your toybag
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No I don't use a knout anymore
YLD
Jem xxxxx
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