It really hurts when you enter
When my earth is barren
When the senses
Quiver for rain
Still I allow you to penetrate
Grazing and hurting my parapet
For that's how I precisely wish to taken
Savage
Anywhere
When the pain sends a chill
The adrenaline rush
The throb of sex
Echoes
In my piercing moan
And your satiated groan
Pleasure in pain.
©LR
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