Pleasuring Pain
It starts smooth and turns to an endless pit
I keep on falling deeper and deeper into it
As your soft claws massage onto my scalp
and your lips tracing my veins
My foggy shrunken brain is struggling for reality to grasp
What comes out just a gasp and one more
and more... and more..
Activated by the tip of your tongue
fraction of our bodies
and trace of your rough palm
How does it taste so good, I tremble a quake
Mind is awake but refuses to fight
Oh but it is time
Oh my dear God!
Gasping of air, pleasuring pain, trembling legs, shaken bodies
Oh my dear God!
dancing bodies to our own heart beats
moaning mouths singing their chorus
Reactivating sense all at once
Oh my Dear God!
My soul leaves me for few seconds as my back arched
Copyright © Dinda Minardi | Year Posted 2022
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