Rejection...is the crack of a whip,
with every lashing...deeper it slits.
Into my flesh...the blood makes it slip,
tis pain riddled pleasure...is always a hit.
Love...makes a sane mind twist,
the lusty pleasure...of a masochist.
In my pleasure ridden dream,
a love once lost returned to screams.
Screams from a woman deranged,
after loves bitter rejection had played with her mind.
Now the sinful fun fades, its aged,
Lost forever the fire inside that you will never find
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paganwillow
18:05 May 12 2014
like this well wicked :) xx