Her dark forbidding road
Through a maze of dreams
Spaces of pleasure and fear
Where she takes me
Soft as silken whispers
Cords snake across skin
Bare and vulnerable
To whim and whimsy
This path not followed
It feels like home
Red strips on alabaster
Raising gasps of delight
Plucking each string
Twin vibrations in flesh
A symphony of rapture
In the key of agony
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