Burns Like Ice

( shibari )
   
can’t tell up from down      
in the dark,       
and a clinking sound    
she can feel      
        
            
shocks of web’d restraints      
digging fast,      
perfumed suppleness —    
her cunthood    
            
            
rigging, body sways      
and hangs from,       
maneuvered unseen    
vaguely there    
          
            
drops of liquid, from      
everywhere,         
brings a silent scream —    
burns like ice      
        
          
sending the mind deep,    
euphoric      
in sub space and time —      
blissness on her face.    
     
     
        
     
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