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A poem on the pain in pleasure... |
| The touch of feathers Across the skin Invoke a skittering sensation All through the body, The taste of honey Upon the tongue Sets off a pleasurable thirst At the back of the throat, The sight of darkness Greets green eyes Enhancing all feeling In soul, body and mind, The scraping of nails, Down the back Brings to the fore A shocking start of pain. |