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This is my favorite place of
ruin; a darkness marred by its
dank, industrial fixture.

Against the wall is my wooden X,
calling its sweet caress from
across the room.

The air is disturbed by your
voice, reverberating against
my chest.

“Come here bitch, let me smell you”

Walking past the point where
return is not the option,
I kneel before you.

A small cry escapes my lips
as you gather a palm of
tendrils; pulling back -
face up to greet yours.

Your eyes speak more
than your mouth; I am lost
in their bold allure.

The sting is quick and unrelenting;
searing hot flames into
my pores, skin set ablaze.

“What have you been thinking about
 dirty girl”

The only correct answer…
”You, Sir”.

Pleased, you stand me up.

The thin wisp of your flogger
cracks across my legs; jolting me
toward my wooden X.

Bound tightly, I am open and splayed
for your consideration; my center
pulsating with anticipation.

I will know your instruction;
heavy pain spliced deep
within a reservoir of pleasure.

You move to end
my chaos; a quiet mind unbound
by the chains you keep me in.
Written by Eerie
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