A Fetish poem (of a kind) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It isn't about pain, it isn't even about gratification, although thats a bonus. It's about control, about knowing when to stop. Of knowing the thin line between pleasure and pain. It isn't about humiliation, It's knowing what she wants what she is what she needs. No demarcation of what is or what isn't allowed, only that it is to, enhance to heighten to elevate the mind the soul the spirit. It doesn't have to be mystical If done properly though, it can transcend take you to a plateau of pleasure that your body has yearned for. To your personal nirvana that you have read about, that which you have always known inside you Only now, like a butterfly escaping its chrysalis, like an ephiphany, it burst free, crystal clear clarity of the heart of the soul.