Ten years to the day
That I was illuminated
Supine upon your lumpy mattress
Ankles bound
Joy unrestrained
While you carved your desire
Into my flesh
Tenderly drawing forth
Blood like garnets
To spill upon your blade
And I can still feel the exquisite pain
Pleasure, despair and desire
Rattling through me
And your mouth on mine
As I bit back, tasting you
Please come home, Sir
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