Beg luscious fleshed mistress
of submission to taste the edge
you slip against the lips
of bliss until exquisite pain
denies the flight of spirals
into oblivious glory fulfilled
with permission to fall against
that steel limit one more time
withdraw and calm each tender
nerve until pleasure pulls you on
toward the summit and hold
your breath as you slip back one
for each two forward and then
the demand to continue beyond
agony to succumb to the ultimate
ascent of ecstacy at the limit
of your endurance to submit.
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