Tender will the darkness be
when you at last submit
full of exquisite agony
so patiently applied
each gentle stroke
and firm caress
move toward the precipice
then hesitate ....
and draw away
to languish just a bit.
while on the edge
you quiver
soon to beg for sweet release
and in the fall the darkness roars
before the blessed peace
when satisfied you crawl away
where you can lick ...
your wounds.
inspired by an Eric Albin g+ post
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