she kneels before Him her head bowed low
shivering slightly under each mighty blow
her eyes shine bright with defiance not fears
her dark lashes blink furiously to hold back the tears
the harsh kiss of the leather bites tender flesh deep
though her ruby lips utter not a peep
bronzed skin stands there tall and proud
despite the pleading of her sister in the croud
the whip rings out loud CRACK one, two, three
biting down hard, no cry would there bee
the welts grow larger and the cuts deeper with each crashing blow
shaking her head determinded the tears would not flow
He wanted to her her moan and to cry
her teeth clamped down hard holding in every sigh
Just as she though she could bear no more
He poured salt water in her wound and cast her to the floor
the sand bedded it's self deep in each cut
and with one last shake of her head she burried the pain...for she is but a slut