Saturday, 25 March 2017


She knew she was often bad,
knew too that he would
never harm her, so sometimes
she would kneel in the sun and
imagine what his
stripes would feel like across
her bare back.

(Image used by kind permission of to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)

1 comment:

  1. Oooo, that is a remarkable interpretation of this shot! And not one that we'd thought of, honestly. Beautifully done, as always! ~C