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Click herein the wake of his whip
her skin aches, cries out for him
only in his air is she truly alive
her eyes show craving
depravity
a desperate longing only he can fill
she drinks in the pain he grants
wallows in the screams that flow from her
awaiting his next mark
lash after lash
her cries fill the air
with a symphony to his ears
he looks upon her
adoring the canvas he's painted on
his personal masterpiece
she soaks in his approval
and drinks in the sensations of lust and pain
as they coarse through her being
his whip comes to rest
and they melt into each other's sweat
a swirling of their primal scent
when sunlight ricochets off the walls
his hands reaches for what makes him feel whole
between the folds of their passion soaked sheets