It’s too late…
hands tied / lips trembling
bite of rope / smell of hemp
It’s too late for regrets.
neck arched / throat exposed
lips stretched taut
taste of rubber / taste of sweat
It’s too late for regrets.
knees aching / muscles straining
mind racing
Sound of the whip slicing through the air.
It’s too late for regrets.
(Inspired by a recent night of play in which this song was in the background: Swink: Too Late for Regrets. Unfortunately I couldn’t find a video of it anywhere.)
Mmm, really nice. I’ve had that feeling.
Owwww! Those clamps are super evil. Not to mention the whip! EEK!
Your body looks so tense in this, like you are bracing yourself, waiting for the moment when you can finally collapse.
Mollyxxx
The intensity of your posture and the words that accompany are just so powerful!
~Mia~ xx
I love the photo, especially the expression on your face. Your words pulled me right in!
Rebel xox
I love this image, you get drawn into it and I’m bracing for the next moment!
Ooohh . . . the look of concentration/anticipation on your face???
Really powerful image!!!
Xxx – K
I love that you have captured the moment where you are purely lost within the moment. You appear drained, yet are still holding on strong by being tense. Gorgeous moment and capture.
Beautiful poem, and intense. I have such an appreciation for masochists!
You look so tense, anticipating something, perhaps?
Great background music! I love the raw intensity of this image and can only imagine what must be running through your mind right then.
~Kazi xxx
So intense! The clothes pins make me ache just looking. There’s a very raw feeling here that you’ve captured beautifully.