Pinch my skin between your fingers, twist and pull at my flesh. Fill your hands with my hair, pin me beneath you Slice my clothes from my frame Expose me All Reach out Make your choice for me Use it on me, for you, for me, for us Mark me with pain, let it flow…
9th March 2011 There is a fine line between pain and pleasure Neither one is for better The sting of the whip, the soft lick of his tongue The balance is weighted Both seem to meet in my brain at the very same place No favour is shown One arrives with a bang and sets…
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