The lace with intricate patterns
reveals the silk of pink

The feather lightly brushes the flesh
The cane dimples the skin

A touch caresses the mind
A word pierces the heart

Water cools the flesh
While tears sting with pain

soft material floats
a rip of fabric maims

The name like a whisper on the wind
while the time is like a scream

The eyes windows to deep inside
But also doors to keep closed

The lips part in bliss
The hurt escapes with a sigh

The truth seems known
Lies cloud the sky

The flowers have blossomed
but the flesh has died

The velvet softness of dew
The searing heat of the whip

A gentle hand
A firm hand

Which is preferred