Kerney Bee

by Arthur Graham on January 10, 2018


No Safe Word

Fear opened
the back door of my spine,
a thick black tar that
branded my ass.
She left her presence known 
that only
my lover has left, 
her mark to let him know
That she is here.
He isn’t my only master
and she doesn’t ask me
if I have a safe word. 
She doesn’t give a fuck.
There is no consent when
it comes to taking
what she feels is hers and making
me act rather than sit
back, tied in ropes 
with the excuse that 
I can’t move.
She brought her knife and
has every intent to 
cut me loose,
but certainly not free.


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