- Erotic Poetry
- Mercy, I'll Not Say
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Mercy,
I will not use the word that begs
That implies
That I need mercy
As flint strikes against steel,
Over and over
Harder, faster
My insides spark to blazing fire
The squeal in my ears is foreign and
My own.
Pinned and compromised,
My legs quake with strain
The steely assault continues
Flint and steel becomes
Hammer and anvil
Steady, relentless, crafting cum from flesh
A harsher love, a sweeter abuse
Sliding, pummeling,
I lay here, helpless and willing
Your flint, your anvil, your whetstone,
Your love.
Never stop, but I need you to...
I have to say it...
Oh God, Mercy.
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