There were currents
Of both pleasure and pain
When he entered
The pain of grazing my flesh
Shot through my senses
A chilling sensation
Settled on my skin
With dews, illuminating
In the subdued ambience
I looked into his eyes
I could see blistering rage
Pumping life, into my flesh
I clung to him
With my bare urges
He was hurting me
He mauled my breasts
Tweaked my nipples
To savour the lacteous essence
While gashing his teeth
On my arched neck
But, there was pleasure in that pain
Coz I wished to erase the anguish
That I had built up
Over the years
I let him bruise me, all over
Till tears rolled down my heart
But he couldn't erase the scars
For I was scarred for life
I let him
To get over my pain
By an ounce of pleasure.
©LR
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