Sample
Sample me.I can lie still, beneath your blows,
Writhing beneath wet silk.
The peak of my pleasure
Is ruched,
Like a single thread pulled tight across lace,
Sharp and lingering,
Like a blade.
Sample me.
I am flexible and pliant,
Like a reed in a flood.
My welts rise, like puckered lips,
Red,
Swollen and glistening.
My bruises are poppies,
Blooming and wilting with force.
Sample me.
Tenderly take my thigh in your sharp-nailed grip
And ply it with a razor.
Then let us bathe in my pleasure.
And I will keen,
The music like blood sea on black sand.
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