Lynne Jones – June 2025

This poem explores the experience of a new BDSM relationship.

Image living rent free in my head
St Andrews cross, single bed
Remember every word they said
Safe word: Red.

His cock, hard and long
On repeat, Underworld song
Feels so good, can’t be wrong
Next day subdrop mong

Flogged and whipped
Heart beats skipped
Take time not rushed
Skin hot face flushed

Her softest whitest skin
Corset waist, cinched in
Door closed locked in
Restrained, the scene begins

Stand tall feel strong
Take turns suck his dong
Informed consent play along
Matching leather thongs

Hard on four hours
Leg spread like flowers
Speechless under female powers
A secret that is ours

“Brilliant” like a beacon in his head
This Neon pulse is all he said
Mindful aliveness and joy was read
It was gone 9 by the time we were fed

Stroke her golden mane
Inflict a delicate pain
Breathlessly insane
Images seared into my brain

When something is so new
Instinctual visceral offers clues
Presence, timeless, evening flew
Introduce a code “Blue”

Code “BLUE” signals the finale
Revitalise me calm me
Safe consensual harmony
To disarm the morality army