Hour 3 – Pain and pleasure have long been bedfellows

Breath like silk as it ties

a noose I long to lie within.

Hands like talons that tear

gasps from my willing skin.

Lips burn stories across

my chest while teeth etch

scars into my heart. Dangle

my desire over the edge

and watch me fall when

you let go.

 

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