The spank became a spark,

Which lit a fire within.  

A fire which grew out of control, 

Now raged across my mind, 

And dare I say it filled the void,

That had plagued my very soul.

So, what was it driving this passion within,

Was it that she was forbidden fruit, 

Out of my class, 

But not out of my reach?  

What happened,

When my pleasure-filled hand crashed,

Against her rump, and our souls collided,

As regular and relentlessly

As waves crash against the rocks?

Inextricably linked, from this time forth, 

Connection born

Was it 

How she fanned the flame 

With acts of dubious intention, 

Then, 

Seeking her punishment, 

So that spark became hers as well?  

Was it the act of raw intimacy itself, 

In which my heart found succour?