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Could you
hear the
wind screaming
in your
deaf ears
last night?
Could you
feel the
blood trickling
down your
back?
The terror
in your eyes.
The pain in
your face.
A smile
wickedly
cursing you.
And yet you
beg
for more.
Your naked
body
lying limply
on the
floor.
A pained
smile
escapes your
lips.
And yet you
beg
for more?
Could you
taste the
salt of sweat
on your
scalded tongue?
Could you
feel the
cold stickiness
of flesh
with your
curious hands?
Excitement
in your fervor.
Passion
in your movements.
A backlash
from the
leather
that stings
your face
And yet you
beg
for more
more
more
ripping into
the flesh
that taunts
your soul;
Savoring every
moment,
hoping,
praying,
the torture
will let up.
Your mind
makes no
sense of all this.
And yet you
beg
for more.
Addicted
like a hopeless junky.
You let
this happen
to you.
Screaming
in pain,
Hating every
moment
And yet you
beg
for more.
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