Into the dimension – I fall – each night – I taste – the memories of far away – I bleed – the words from my heart – I feed – the flame, the candle… the candle…

Then I die a thousand little deaths in exstacy – the feathered kisses of her whips caresses my back – enflames my thighs – pain makes me high – and her mercy makes me cry… For sweet release…

(c) 2011 allen simpson

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