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Ashna Saxena

Romance


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Ashna Saxena

Romance


Idle Worship

Idle Worship

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Your gentle caresses one moment

Turn into harsh whips the next;

Nestled in the sweet spot between

Love and abuse,

I’m a slave to pain,

Treasuring the black and blue

You adorn me with


Icy metal bites into

The tender skin of my bound wrists,

As you trail feverish kisses

Down my neck,

Sucking swirls of color into my flesh

Marking me as yours,

You push me down to my knees


Gentle pretense doesn’t last long,

Your eyes shine with fiery dominance

Commanding me silently;

My lips, slick with anticipation,

Greet you eagerly

As guttural groans escape your lips

And my carnal cry dies around your shaft


Let me croon your name,

Cradle it between my lips

Like I cradle your precious person;

Spill your passion over me,

For I crave every inch of you,

With every inch of me.


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