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tongue tied
her ink clings to flesh
words sliding off
gesticular tongue
brandishing with each
stroke
the power of her desire
deliciously cruel
and fiery
erotic blend of
pain and pleasure
burning her way
into skin,
deep ragged
marks scrawled in a language
all their own
gathering wisdom
with every pulsating drip
slowly, methodically,
deliberately
moving with a sure
heart pounding
rhythm
words sliding off
gesticular tongue
brandishing with each
stroke
the power of her desire
deliciously cruel
and fiery
erotic blend of
pain and pleasure
burning her way
into skin,
deep ragged
marks scrawled in a language
all their own
gathering wisdom
with every pulsating drip
slowly, methodically,
deliberately
moving with a sure
heart pounding
rhythm
Published 3rd Dec 2015
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3rd Dec 2015 5:58am
3rd Dec 2015 8:18am
3rd Dec 2015 2:02pm
Love how you hint to the illustration of tattooing as her means of being branded. Nice write
3rd Dec 2015 3:17pm
Your ink is so soothing and beautiful whenever i visit.
"Gathering wisdom
With every pulsating drip" ------> love it!
"Gathering wisdom
With every pulsating drip" ------> love it!
10th Dec 2015 9:09pm
Jemac, luv ~ :-*
This is quite something. I find myself riveted, reading this over and over, pausing in places then beginning again, reading all in a rush of wanton breath, then again and again.
I keep wanting to embed this somehow in my brain, luv.
And, I cannot help but be drawn to this imagery for my mind conjures thoughts of risqué play and device... ;-*
Ahhh, luv, what you've done with language here yourself is excruciating bliss.
This is quite something. I find myself riveted, reading this over and over, pausing in places then beginning again, reading all in a rush of wanton breath, then again and again.
I keep wanting to embed this somehow in my brain, luv.
And, I cannot help but be drawn to this imagery for my mind conjures thoughts of risqué play and device... ;-*
Ahhh, luv, what you've done with language here yourself is excruciating bliss.
