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I didn't believe that this was in me. Pain was pain and pleasure not. But something in me twisted and somehow the pains forgot. Within this tortuous tearing feeling. This thick and heady daze. Something in me is unleashed, something is ablaze. A part of me thats just discovered. A new unchartered plane. A wicked deviant dirty girl that revels in the pain. Sweet and sensual searing love. A sadistic salacious touch . Crying, screaming, begging, weeping. Not enough, but yet too much. All the time I want it stopping, the thought of more appeals. Something in me craves, the way that violence feels. I ask please will you hurt me. I take my wounds with pride. I know now I can no longer deny, what seems to lurk inside. Something I thought did not exist. A hidden inner masochist. A feeling that I start to treasure. Pain is pain, but pain is pleasure.
Edited Tue 11 Mar 08, 1:34 AM by poutanaki
| 11 Mar 08, 1:50 AM Harrynflicks 4 yrs |
I don't think I am quite there yet, but what you say appeals so much to the inner me......  You are so lucky.****fugger, fuggger, fugger, fugger, fugger...right got that off my mind now....cheers to all**** |
| 24 Mar 10, 12:24 AM curvygal20 UK(M), 2 yrs  |
I absolutely love this poem. If anyone really wanted to know what I get out of being a subslut, this is what I'd show them.
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