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A poem on the pleasure in pain... |
| The tip of a blade Running across the chest The red ruby of life Welling from the skin Like a red pen across The surface of paper, The echoing moan Escaping from the gag A testimony of pain Rebounding off hard walls Like the sight Of a bat in a dark cave, The taste of sweat Dripping from the face The salty tang of fear Oozing from pores Like a cool spray From the ocean breeze, The look of lust Reflected from blue eyes A contradiction of pain Emanating in waves Like the softly seductive Feel of cashmere. |