Here come the whipping *******
in a parade with white beech in their hands
leathers fast against skin
tears bitter bleeding within

Hear the whimpers of sadness
her sweet moans as she suffers
she bites her lip as she comes
in her hot cruel flagellation

Her milky white thighs quiver
with goose bumps she starts to shiver
and thinks to her sweet self
I so need to be ****** by a man

Yet she is married to god
just like me
in her cruel flagellation
just like me


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris