








Brutally Stripped Bare Of pride and sin, or is that skin? You crave this; to have the hemp wound tightly by your wrists and this, desired. Alive. Palpable. Real, reality, pain, brutality. Gasping, in ecstasy, softly moaning, willing me On. To flay and feel the crack of leathery steel, break the wheel. Make me feel. Welts heal. To know that you have withstood it, Gifted me, With this honesty and nakedness, your shame, my shame, it is the greatest gift you can bestow, to allow me, to teeter on the edge of madness, with you as the damned. Until you fall asunder, or I, gasping, writhing. Aflame. Vivienne l’Amour