torture

you've been prevented from the start
[my heart will trample you...] [softly];
even so, you didn't care and swung in,
sabotaging it, begging for my juicy fire
to torture you while your wettish lips
structured by lust echo, bathed my face,
my hands and my metaphorical spaces
turning you charming in a tender dance
piloted smoothly by the helix of my ink

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