It starts off soft slow to touch
Throbbing she is , calling out to you
Presented her to you…
Slow ecstasy boiling to intense pleasure slowly grinding into inducing pain
But I digress
She wants the pain to mask the the pleasure Am I wrong for that?
Whats wrong with her when the sharp daggers bring her pure bliss?
How can she take the rhythmic pounds increasing every stroke?
She screams out in joyful agony finally having enough
craving for the sweet to soften the tortures touch
and there it is
Back Like it never left
Pleasing her soul, comforting her wounds , caressing her body
releasing her flood tide
because you and only you know the secrets she hides inside
You and Only you can see the underground tunnels others fail to recognize
as the sweetness overwhelms, the tingles re emerge
No Longer craving Sugar on her walls for climax
the desire for the anguish is back
Back and ready to release all her ‘O’
Pain and Pleasure the only way to hit her spot….