Lupercalia  

a midnight moon
darkness our robe
we advanced
hands clasped

candlelight danced
on spikes and chains
muscles glistened
sweet pomegranates

crack!
leather meets flesh
crimson slashes
on pale canvas

crack!
blond head bowed
narrow back revealed
to a cruel touch

through our dreamscape
we advanced together
seduced yet unsure
dominant by submissive

“put your hand out”
so unexpected
the man smiling
at my sudden pain

crowds parted
the shaman stood
our sanctified guide
to this netherworld

he smiled darkly
hand up in greeting
follow me, child
pleasures await

through a garden
of darkest delights
we followed our path
to the shaman’s light

in casual tones
riddles and enigmas
the shaman exposed
to eager senses

alone in his chambers
our instructions began
the reality of fantasy
molded in our souls

“May I hurt her?”
hesitation, then a nod
a submissive yields
eyes closed to her fate

crack!
slashes of crimson
crack!
her sudden moan

crack!
dominant stares
crack!
ragged breathing

crack!
the shaman smiles
lowers the whip
releases his victim

to her master’s arms
eyes meet, desire crackles
our sweet initiation
to breathless anticipation

innocent no more
welcomed warmly
into a new tribe
of shadow pleasures

submissive by dominant
heralding new beginnings
a deepest bliss
our darkest delight

a path before us
to shaman’s teachings
a flickering light
to spirit’s desire

© 2006 David Juniper