Poetry

[Deleted Member]

They are everywhere she turns on empty streets and vacant greens
The Cliques. 
They are grinning wide eyed and ready 
To praise or scorn
What will please them?
The reflection of themselves 
A thousand times?
Again.
Again.
Again.

A secret 
Binds

Unwritten 
Divides

Truth
Denies

Belonging 
Blinds

They fill her empty head with noise and spit invisible poison across her vacant circle 
The Cliques.
Are they grinning wide eyed and ready 
To belong or be alone
What will please them?
The illusion of themselves 
A thousand generations?
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.

Human Destiny
In?
Or
Out?

[Er****]

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[ExpatBrit]

My poetic contribution:

Their mindsets-or unset

As two intelligent people prepare for a thorough spanking, so many thoughts and questions are about to be addressed (and undressed). Though both of them know what will transpire, deeper issues lurk beneath the surface.
 
She wonders:
Is it for fun or serious?
Is he sub or just curious?
Should I be calm or furious?
Smilingly sensuous or severely censorious?
 
He wonders:
Will it liberate or merely titillate?
Will I feel berated or rather elated?
Will it help me be svelte or just sore from her belt?
Can she advise or only chastise?