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That familiar sting A curious new connection, your mind begins to prepare. Stimulating.. Unique.. oh, this one could be rare. One message, then another, with a third you start to grin. Your hearts attention, this clever stranger will surely win. Message after message, the connection grows stronger. Time between each response feels longer and longer. The attachment of this heart, as always quickly grows. But a soft voice emerges, reminding the heart of what it knows. Whispering stories of so many past seasons. Of the loss, the heart aches, and the treason's. The voice becomes louder, ears begin to ring. Have you forgotten so quickly, That familiar sting! Let me paint a picture lovely, I will help you see. Like the blind-folded slave, you wish to be. Bound, the greatest pleasure of the flesh she does await. A perfect storm of tormentor and tormented, it must be fate. The moment grows near, she can smell it in the air. He grins, pondering how much more she can bare. He whispers now in her ear, worry not my sweet dear. I know what your body needs, and the time does grows near. His breath catches as his fingers tighten on the leather in his hand. Her body and mind so ready to accept his power from each biting strand. He steadies himself, and prepares, he knows the release and pleasure he will bring. At last with a deafening snap, he gives it to her, That familiar sting. So you see my lovely, I know exactly what it is you seek. But you are in a world of those that devour the weak. So my little friend, in this game of hearts, residing in the chests of the lost. I want you to see, your soul and who you are may be the cost. |
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11/5/2020 1:12 pm |
Very poetic yet oddly stimulating.
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