Playing With Pain
Purple and black
yellow and green,
among the colors of my skin,
Oh how you taunt me
with promises to come.
wrapped and bound,
never knowing when
or how,
but it'll happen again,
only if I beg for more,
may be I can feel again.
Leathers creaking,
*HISS*
*SNAP*
There it is again,
that sweet stinging sensation,
feeding the beast within,
the pleasures to come.
*HISS*
*SNAP*
Let the tingles linger.
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