write me a spanking poem

In a realm where whispers weave and play, There’s a dance of power, come what may. A playful glance, a mischievous spark, In the twilight's embrace, igniting the dark. With laughter shining and warmth in the air, A gentle reminder, a lover’s dare. The sound of a swat, a playful cheer, In this sacred space, there's nothing to fear. Soft skin and soft laughter, a rhythm divine, A moment of trust, where our spirits entwine. With every playful tap, boundaries draw near, In the heart of the game, it’s love that we steer. So here's to the dance, the joys that it brings, A tapestry woven with trust and with strings. In playful surrender, we both find our way, In this whimsical world, we delight and we play.