I bend my back and taste the lash,
That leaves a line of molten ash,
And moan with lust I can't contain,
And weep a heartfelt plea for pain.
I feel the stirring of desire,
That burns within like inner fire,
While pinned, I shudder, thrust, and strain,
And weep a heartfelt plea for pain.
A gentle touch, and then, a slash-
I'm gasping as you trace the vein.
I climax with a crimson splash,
And weep a heartfelt plea for pain.
Now thrusting deep you take me higher;
With passion I could never feign,
I cry your name, again! Again!
And weep a heartfelt plea for pain.
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