Today the prompt is to write about a secret shame or pleasure.
Lock up.
For some the allure of stockings is the thing,
For some silk and leather, for others string.
For some the crack of whip is what they wish
And for others being beaten with wet fish!
There are those who gaze with greedy eyes
On the leggy blonde, and those who disguise
Their illicit love in books and illustrations;
And imagine the feel of a whore's ministrations.
But for you the leather, silk and lace has no appeal,
The sultry voice, the softest touch, the gentle scent
Raises no thought of lustful self indulgent pleasure;
Instead you dream of strength, your thoughts steal
Towards the gym bound women, in clothing meant
For ease of movement, for wrestling at leisure.
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