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By recluse Date: 2002 Jul 05 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.05.20.56.2878]] |
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come to me with thy whip of lashing fire this thy instrument mild an meek burning burning tongue blisters form rise fail when a caress 'pon soul entails of lashes tasted deep sin of salt and flesh rises to the heat turgid within its wake throbbing to its beat against these confining walls flesh far too weak with thrust an bite and nip i burn hotter with each stroke pounding deeper seeking stride to ride out this turbulence of the night whipped to flailing frenzy by the tiny beast within roasting me within my walls of skin broiling from the inside to each and every lash my tongue receives from thine forcing me from gentleness take from me my worry of bruising strokes as animal i become nay not animal for an animal only obeys its nature i am far beyond mine as i take you now without thought but one of satiation take your flesh as i want need... driven beyond by thy burning burning tongue teeth... thine buried now to my shoulder till bright blood runs and i care not nor feel it all the more for in this state i have at last found that which i sought from you i feel it grow a force out of sight yet of it i drink it all the more as i feel it grow shudders rack thy splayed form as i feed on this that grows from thee this milk of thy souls creed i drink an drink so deep as i drive myself on further down this road i have yet gone... and i halt master myself once more to look to thee with eyes blind so rolled back in thy head i stop to see thee spent and i withdraw feeling you clutch me all the more holding me within holding as i withdraw shame for taking you too far burning me now as yet you hold this last of me tight in this grip of thine all is slack but this one part holding me quiet still... |