Bedroom Games
Bedroom Games
I
stinging whip
heel in the back
smarting slap
twist of bonds
linked collar
paddle smacking
II
set mouth
bored sigh
eyes empty
withering thought
fantasy drowning
pleasure denied
III
waking,
she thought to find
in the smoky gloom
her friend;
but when she touched his damp cheek
he asked, ‘are we still in our roles?’
his shuddering breath betrayed
the cold question.
‘yes,’ she answered kindly, ‘we are.’
Oh … Oh!
cruel light
Cynthia Buell Thomas
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Mon 17th May 2010 20:30
Firstly, thank you for your comments on my poems. I enjoyed them very much and I really like the interaction this site provides, especially towards a new member like me.
This is my first exposure to your work and I almost done myself a mischief after the first verse! Mama Mia! After that you really get the sense of anti climax, disappointment and awkwardness. The final verse just tails off just as many of these encounters tend to.... or so I'm told.