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Pleasure in Pain
You turn your fiery gaze to me,
Crimson and amethyst clash.
Rebellion is evident in your gaze,
As we stare at one another.
You struggle, you resist,
Fight or flight,
Until one of us is victorious,
Winner only for that night.
I see something flicker in your eyes,
As I push the knife in deeper.
My eyes are drawn to the crimson,
I catch it with my fingers and tongue.
I watch in interest and fascination,
Your body is like a canvas,
Your blood is the paint,
It creates intricate patterns over your skin.
I love your taste,
Your sweet coppery essence,
And cover the sheets in it too,
I get the sweetest responses from you.
Your moans and whimpers,
Sounds of pain,
Screams of agony,
They are all sweet music to my ears.
I get a sadistic pleasure from your pain,
You feel pleasure from it as well.
Heightened by sexual and sensual touches,
Pleasure and pain combine.
We are stuck in this cycle,
You and I.
To dance the same dance,
For the rest of eternity.