Be Careful What You Wish For

[La****]

This poem came from a taster session, of all things, when I knew from the first strike, that I'd made a mistake.

Be careful what you wish for. Between
one moment and the next, oh yes can turn
to oh no. Too much, too hard, too fast.
Your brain is a whirlwind of thoughts. Sub space
whispers away and self preservation takes the reins.
Can I take this, can I handle it? Can I hold on,
and just endure? Know yourself, know the kinkster
that you are. Know when it isn't for you and say
no. Stop. Red. I don't like this, and I don't want this.
There is no shame in taking back consent.
There is no failure in not being able to take
what he has to give. The idea is to bend,
not to break. To enjoy, not to regret. Red
is there for a reason. Use it, if you have to.
Don't wait until you wish you'd said it
seven strikes ago. Your flesh will heal, the bruises
will fade, but that moment when you didn't feel
safe, and when you didn't feel seen, will stay.
Be careful what you wish for.

[RedFoxUK]

Beautifully written... and so very true.