I hear the whip crack
And I feel a wave of feelings come crashing down on me
I feel your hand around my throat
The world spins
I can't breathe
Given one chance to breathe
Just for a minute before I feel wax drip down onto the cuts on my back
Excruciating
But you don't stop there
You keep going
Holding my wrists down
Digging your nails into my skin
I can feel my heartbeat slow
And everything stops
But my only question is
Is this abuse? Or is this just our kink?
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Poesía"But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell. I know right now, you can't tell. But stay a while and maybe you'll see a different side of me" - Matchbox 20 Poems are my way of freedom, to express myself, and all of them are here in one place, most...
