Sometimes, when you come around and fall flat
On your back I find myself running my
Skeletal, snakelike fingers, ("basilisk"
Was what you remarked once upon a time)
across your abdomen and I cannot
Seem to restrain myself; but do you see
Restraints on me? Do you see me in chains?
I see you being whipped by my own hands, though
I definitely see that- you can too
I love your sweat, and I love your panting
And there appears to be a marriage, a
Marriage between lust and love- exclusive?
I think not, because my heart is nervous,
Like naïve teenage love, but without the
Butterflies of anxiety- instead,
Confidence reigns; for half an hour, you love
Yourself- You love yourself and you love what
You're doing with your body, you love what
You are using- the cuffs, the leather and
When you gag, with that thing over your mouth,
I can still hear your moaning catharsis
This is not abuse, and contrary to
What both sides of the coin perceive the act
We are partaking in, you are happy,
Sometimes happier than you've ever been.
Are we fucking or are we making love?
Both.
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