Club Rhododendron

In the underground Club Rhododendron

partaking in forbidden lust,

leather-clad masters attendin’

slaves who are tied, bound and trussed.


I absorb undivided attention

my fingers by pilliwinks restrained,

although I dare not to mention

that recently I have been ordained.


Candlewax sears my skin’s epidermis

while strapped to mahogany board,

addicted to this private service

Oh, forgive me please my dear Lord.


            “Don’t be so tame

             inflict intense pain.

             A whip and a bash?

             Yes please, Madam Lash!

             I’ll stretch on the rack

             enjoy welts on my back.

             In here we have won

             when I finally come.”


Lawyers and clerks, a downcast mortician

subject their bodies to fate,

and a very well-known politician

now walks with a wobbly gait.


My hour has almost expired

in the dungeon of demonic feast,

and in moments I will be admired

when I resume my life as a priest.

Paige Elizabeth Turner
Paige writes across a variety of genres, but prefers to concentrate on her crime / mystery series featuring Private Investigator Olivia Watts and her Watts Happening? Investigations agency. Also dabbling in poetry, Paige produces emotive verse from romance through to environmental issues. Writing is her lifeblood, but as experienced by many writers, there’s a shortfall of financial nutrients feeding the blood.

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