The Playful Dungeon..

June 7

The dance of sadist and masochist unfolds,

A paradox of care and vulnerability displayed,

As bruises bloom and crimson drips,
untold,
Contemplating the pleasure given and paid.

Are you veering into madness, or embracing glee?
In the realm of p*ain, as a masochist, you find your glee.
Swim in the ocean, the sea of life,
Bring me a masochist whose suffering eases my strife,
Take the p*ain I give again on repeat,
Open the chapters of your mind and show me all,
Melt to my wishes rise to my command not fall.
How brave are you with your body to give my need?
How will you surrender to my sadistic Tiger to feed?
Feed the Tiger How I tell you to give,
Be water and mould like holes through a sieve.
Melt into what I need you to be, simp and gracious addicted to me,
to be v*ulnerable and free.
Where mutual craving meet to sate,
The hunger for marking and reactions.
Cool flesh heats to inspire,
The hand to thrash diabolical myre,
Where mutual consent is present and where minds soar,
And neither clock watch for the door.
Oh willing experienced flesh enter my sphere,
Show me your willingness to be near.
Crave the p*ain crave the whip and cane,
Take all I can give to b*lood then come back and take it again

Thrive on the torrent of storm in my hand,
Thrive on my sadistic laughter as your masochism turns into my fan.
The den is waiting , cup is dry,
Soothe the quiet scream with your submissive masochistic sigh.

Beast.