in the wake of his whip her skin aches, cries out for him only in his air is she truly alive
her eyes show craving depravity a desperate longing only he can fill
she drinks in the pain he grants wallows in the screams that flow from her awaiting his next mark
lash after lash her cries fill the air with a symphony to his ears
he looks upon her adoring the canvas he's painted on his personal masterpiece
she soaks in his approval and drinks in the sensations of lust and pain as they coarse through her being
his whip comes to rest they melt into each other's sweat a swirling of their primal scent
when sunlight ricochets off the walls his hands reaches for what makes him feel whole between the folds of their passion soaked sheets
her eyes show craving depravity a desperate longing only he can fill
she drinks in the pain he grants wallows in the screams that flow from her awaiting his next mark
lash after lash her cries fill the air with a symphony to his ears
he looks upon her adoring the canvas he's painted on his personal masterpiece
she soaks in his approval and drinks in the sensations of lust and pain as they coarse through her being
his whip comes to rest they melt into each other's sweat a swirling of their primal scent
when sunlight ricochets off the walls his hands reaches for what makes him feel whole between the folds of their passion soaked sheets
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