The lace with intricate patterns
reveals the silk of pink
The feather lightly brushes the flesh
The cane dimples the skin
A touch caresses the mind
A word pierces the heart
Water cools the flesh
While tears sting with pain
soft material floats
a rip of fabric maims
The name like a whisper on the wind
while the time is like a scream
The eyes windows to deep inside
But also doors to keep closed
The lips part in bliss
The hurt escapes with a sigh
The truth seems known
Lies cloud the sky
The flowers have blossomed
but the flesh has died
The velvet softness of dew
The searing heat of the whip
A gentle hand
A firm hand
Which is preferred
Apr 30, 2010
Apr 30, 2010 at 4:25 AM UTC
The lace with intricate patterns
reveals the silk of pink
The feather lightly brushes the flesh
The cane dimples the skin
A touch caresses the mind
A word pierces the heart
Water cools the flesh
While tears sting with pain
soft material floats
a rip of fabric maims
The name like a whisper on the wind
while the time is like a scream
The eyes windows to deep inside
But also doors to keep closed
The lips part in bliss
The hurt escapes with a sigh
The truth seems known
Lies cloud the sky
The flowers have blossomed
but the flesh has died
The velvet softness of dew
The searing heat of the whip
A gentle hand
A firm hand
Which is preferred
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