Sunday, April 28, 2013

Tortured bliss

Candle burns low as midnight comes
Reminiscing of sessions gone by
Sensory memory overloaded
Craving your taste and scent
Yearning to hear your whispered submissions
Enjoying vocal stutters of your ecstasy filled releases
Patience thrown to the wind
Fingers ache to trace every dip and curve
Pure bliss mixed with torture
How the tables turn when thoughts of you restrained leave me hunger for more
A slave to greedy desires

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