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Renascence

smell of grease
rubbing of leather
on soft skin

the cross
straps tugged unnecessarily
when one can only growl

stripes that insinuate
furrows in
folds of flesh

reddened
and
sometimes torn

sobs that shake
tears
that dry

until lips pucker
and pain
brings laughter

(C) 2022 Raibeart Bruis
Written by Kinkpoet
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