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The body bound Restrained yet open A masterpiece of living parchment Da Vinci's virtu of carnal sin A Maestro playing Each hill and valley Tracing want in cross marked pain Symphonies of tormenting fire Mapped upon willing skin Lines etched Lustful treasures exposed Flowering petals become the focus A crack of whip Drawing outside Societal maps of propriety Margins of mind filled With consuming need Each strike laid With a Falls precision Drawing forth jaggedness Bordering outcrops of greed Unrelenting strikes rained down Igniting pain Replaced with fire Driving the body Until there is no thought, no voice No place to hide, just Incoherent whispers Begging for release Crescendos pop As the epicenter is struck Singled out and singed Again and again The body quakes as Floods roll forth Pleasure engulfing The pain mapped body Muscles pulled taught Rigid in need The Maestro Etches his last mark Allowing his masterpiece Of pleasure to be unleashed
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Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 8:12 PM UTC
Virtu
The body bound Restrained yet open A masterpiece of living parchment Da Vinci's virtu of carnal sin A Maestro playing Each hill and valley Tracing want in cross marked pain Symphonies of tormenting fire Mapped upon willing skin Lines etched Lustful treasures exposed Flowering petals become the focus A crack of whip Drawing outside Societal maps of propriety Margins of mind filled With consuming need Each strike laid With a Falls precision Drawing forth jaggedness Bordering outcrops of greed Unrelenting strikes rained down Igniting pain Replaced with fire Driving the body Until there is no thought, no voice No place to hide, just Incoherent whispers Begging for release Crescendos pop As the epicenter is struck Singled out and singed Again and again The body quakes as Floods roll forth Pleasure engulfing The pain mapped body Muscles pulled taught Rigid in need The Maestro Etches his last mark Allowing his masterpiece Of pleasure to be unleashed
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Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 8:12 PM UTC
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