A Skin-Split Second Time

The lightning crack
Across my back
Burns and stings
As my mistress swings
The whip around her head
Causing me to dread
This young woman in her prime
A skin-split second time
As the subsequent strike
Delivers its bite.

Oh whip, where is thy sting?
Where is thy victory?
It is in the fair hand
Of a girl of 23.








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