She sat there steaming
Frazzled with the sweat
   of teats
      engrossed with pain
Embossed on
   the skin
      with welts
And belts of harnessed
   tarnished
      varnished
Chain mail chastity
Lost in feelings
Scraped from bitter
   solace
      bandaged roughly
From the feet of time
Folded cold
   and shivered
      fast delivered
Solely from the 
   shriveled vine

(c) 19xx James Oliver Smith, Jr