The sufferer must have their match the one to complete the dream of feeling more than life can share in the space of fevered dreams while the lash may find its mark accompanied by the scourge
there is a person who facilitates the press of leather to the flesh they feel no discomfort in the act except to tire from the toil the thrill must be somewhere else this may be feared if not pure
beware the one who holds the leash or snaps the crop to bring the pain they may indulge in bad faith even as they serve a need beyond the veil of scenes played out where does the urge to hurt extend?
what curtails the sadist's need to bring distress to all things? these are the questions of concern that play across my yearning mind a ******* during play I’m wary of the opposite.
The poem “Wary of Opposite” is about my largely unfounded distrust of the sadist side of ****. As a card-carrying *******, I really don’t trust the mentality of the sadist side of the equation, especially when that person is a male. This perception is revealed to be a strong personal opinion when I look closely at the dynamics. A sadist can be a woman. A sadist is the “giver” in the power equation. In theory, they could be receiving little from their participation in any given act. Additionally, the ******* can be perceived to have their personality challenges, some ‘worse’ than that of the sadist. With all that said, I am still left with being wary of the opposite. I’m only seeing the twisted mirror of personal reference and slanted bias.