Exquisite pain tears at my soul – Bleeding me dry, taking control…

Exquisite pain tears at my soul
Bleeding me dry, taking control

Agony seduces ecstasy until
Pain and pleasure meld as one

Closed eyes and a secret smile
No longer denying my desires

Is this fantasy or is it reality?
The lines begin to blur.

Subjugation or liberation?
Or something of our own creation…

Who’s to say what’s wrong or right?
Who’s to sit in judgment?

Burning out of control, need fans the flames
The heat that consumes flows through my veins

A rush of endorphins, emotions on edge
Tell me that I’ll always be yours.

Love bred with lust, fear laced with trust
Playing this game surrenders a must

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