Pain Is Pleasure By:Makaila
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Nails rake against exposed skin and a pleasured sigh is heard.
A passionate kiss entices the senses as tongues battle for dominance.
Fingers lace together as boies are entwined with one another.
A whine met by a growl.
A whimper met by a snarl.
A shining blade glides along soft flesh as a pained moan escapes parted lips while blood flows.
Some call it torture,some say inhumane.
A few consider the pain exquisite pleasure.
I'm a masochist.
To me,Pain IS the ultimate Pleasure.
Poem:Marrionette
It does'nt make much sense yet it does
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I used to be,a puppet on strings.
My lie controlled,with not a word from me.
My freedom is'nt real.
My thoughts,not my own.
I speak,but they are'nt my words.
I see,but they are'nt my eyes.
My strings now severed,I move on my own for the first time.
I walk,I talk.
I open my eyes and laugh at what I see.
You to were once a puppet on strings
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