Erotic PoetryBetwixtFar beyond in unknown lands
I barely feel Your knowing hands
The kissing fire of leather strands
The clicking tock of a clock's two hands.
In timeless ease I may repose
Beneath the lash, its raining blows
The crimson haze in my vision grows
As heated stripes line rows on rows.
In measured silence the fire dies
Stars streak before my tearing eyes
Your fingers stroke between my thighs
Betwixt pain and pleasure redemption lies.
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