Poem.
BDSM-ism
Bondage
Discipline
Sado-Masochism
It’s about role play
Cool, but how does it come to be that way?
BDSM - is there more to explore about the origins of the acronym?
I’ve started to think about how sex is linked to the world we live in
Our society, our -isms, take Capitalism
A power play, a currency exchange and exploitation
I harvest, you work the plantation
Or like Patriarch-ism say
I come - you pay
It’s not like I’m not here to turn you on
But more to look into why sex feels good, when it’s a little bit wrong
Am I coming on too strong?
Well maybe it’s about time that I did
For the all the internalised isms that kept my true desire hid
So don’t go, stay with me here in the foreplay
let’s slow it down, not too fast ok?
Look at me
sync with me
Light me up like the sun and don’t let it go down on me
Bondage
A desire to be bound, lost not found, gagged, compelled
Knees on the floor, you beg for more
Breathless confessions whispered to the night
It feels wrong, and it feels so fucking right
Alright, what is it inside that craves this duality
Why would a firm grip, a little whip, a collar
Be the protocol of your new lover?
Is it wrong or do you secretly just want to belong…
Be bought, paid for, consumed
Stripped down, you shiver in the nude
Prized, kept, chained, owned
Sold to the highest bidder, but no longer alone
Bondage, subjected to external power or control
There’s union in surrender
Digging into dark parts of the whole
Discipline
They slap your skin, again and again and again
It’s not about the pain for you is it?
It’s a break in the mundane for you, no?
That sharp intake of breath through your open mouth
The tangling of skin in between your brows as you frown
Eyes closed, taking vows of obedience
But it’s not even about the experience for you is it?
It’s about order
Regular points of contact at evenly spaced intervals
Gwitsshh huh (intake of breath)
Gwitsshh huh (intake of breath)
Rhythmic anchors in the chaos of existence
All you wish for is a master with persistence
So you can give in to the sweet path of least resistance
They say thats where love is
Your teeth sink down into your bottom lip
Silk slips, and you bite into the night
Discipline
Repetitive acts in accordance with rules
Blood rushes to your flesh in response to that slap
For this you must be punished, a good girl doesn’t talk back
Sado-Masochism
A sadist
A masochist
An inflictor and receiver of shame
We all grew up under the patriarchy by any other name
Tits up, this is a similar game
Is objectification allowed in a consensual exchange - sure
But what was it you were really looking for?
With your hands and feet tied up, face to the floor
When the earth opened and swallowed you, did you find out more?
When the hot wax seared your skin, was it sore?
Were those feelings even real…
Or a result of social programming
Who orchestrated these positions
Where did we learn who gets to make sexual decisions?
Was it our religions? A need to cast burdens at the feet of something bigger
An itch, a scratch, a trigger
I submit, you dominate, I submit - you take the bate
And the body keeps the score
Of all the violations we don’t have the words for
And I ask myself whether you know the deal
That sex is what collective bodies do together in order to heal
- the individual
A way to non-verbally process subconscious landscapes
Bind us together, call us sado-masochists
Are we deviant? Or a product of environments?
Feel it out, smooth over those kinks on the spectrum
Caress and romance the -isms out from under your skin
Take my tongue to your ear and let the honey seep in
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