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you are my porn
you are my porn
like platelets delivering sustenance
to each and every limp
your relentless barrage
keeping me like a Goya subject
swollen and pale
left to ponder all of the whys
dreaming of the sweet nectar of your whispers
taunting 'mercy's that never come
what dragons have awoken
what devils are at play
that you enjoy the twisting of my ache so dearly now
may i whimper into the palm of your small soft hands?
those that caress the Alphas
but offer i no escape
that lure me further into your web
and point to corners and darkness
hidden from the light of your day
resonating from silent bellows
that magically singe eyes that follow
your delicate sway
those hips shifting from stiletto walks
those legs in skirts
that tease all souls
with their red glimmering exclamation points
but leave my ears straining
to sip their lovely staccato from your wake
how i live among your unmerciful no’s
stack them like a toddler's blocks
till they need me on tippy toes
you have me chained to fate
with cold steel and flippant will
fueled by my terror
all for your veiled amusement
like platelets delivering sustenance
to each and every limp
your relentless barrage
keeping me like a Goya subject
swollen and pale
left to ponder all of the whys
dreaming of the sweet nectar of your whispers
taunting 'mercy's that never come
what dragons have awoken
what devils are at play
that you enjoy the twisting of my ache so dearly now
may i whimper into the palm of your small soft hands?
those that caress the Alphas
but offer i no escape
that lure me further into your web
and point to corners and darkness
hidden from the light of your day
resonating from silent bellows
that magically singe eyes that follow
your delicate sway
those hips shifting from stiletto walks
those legs in skirts
that tease all souls
with their red glimmering exclamation points
but leave my ears straining
to sip their lovely staccato from your wake
how i live among your unmerciful no’s
stack them like a toddler's blocks
till they need me on tippy toes
you have me chained to fate
with cold steel and flippant will
fueled by my terror
all for your veiled amusement
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