Whispers of the willow's plight

 Whispers of the willow's plight

Where whispers of the willow's plight

Meet the soft caress of a gentle breeze,

Lives a tale of love's most curious keys.

A girl, whose eyes reflect the stars,

Finds joy not in the mirth or the bars,

But in a dance of passion's might,

Where the line of pleasure meets the fight.

The pain, a mere instrument, a tool,

For her soul to break the cruelest rule,

Not the pain itself that makes her swoon,

But the power she takes back so soon.

With every lash, a silent cry,

His control, she lets him tie,

But what truly makes her pulse race,

Is the trust she's found in his embrace.

He wields the whip, so strong and firm,

Yet in her heart, it's her soul's turn,

To conquer fears, to make them flee,

In his power, she finds her liberty.

Her body, a canvas of his art,

Where love and pain together start,

A symphony of desire's tune,

Her life's goal is to be immune.

To the pain that once had her cowed,

Now it's a language she's allowed,

Her body and soul she'll only yield,

To a man with power she's revealed.

In the dungeon of their love's retreat,

Where soft whispers of pain do meet,

Their hearts and bodies intertwine,

A dance of trust, a bond so neat.

Jules 2/13/2025