There are nonchalant necessities

That awakens my inner nature

Leaves me aching for more

Leaves me wanting

It’s the torture of pleasure

Can you even call it pain if it’s something I welcome

Who can quantify what pain is

Except the one the that it is inflicted upon

Pain is strapped to tolerance

What pains you- excites me

And I’m excited about what I see

Your body dripping like hot wax

All over me

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