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The painful pleasures of love. The reader is the judge of what lovely act is causing these... painfully pleasing sensations.
Submitted:Apr 9, 2011 Reads: 49 Comments: 3 Likes: 2
Dark and exquisite is the pain.
Yor loving claws rip across my beating heart,
like a carful bow across delicate strings.
As you continiue your promenade,
Sinful music falls from my lips.
Rising to a grotesque crecendo; uneven.
Our bated breath cuducts this irratic orchestra.
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