I have outgrown childish things
but I still crave danger
the simple sudden crying out
anxious breath awaiting
tears not sure weather to continue the path
or stop and laugh
at the silliness of it all
I long to see you suffer in ecstasy
reach out to me and beg for doses of venom
I am awaiting for your admittance of Privation
so that I can deprive you some more until starvation sets in
and when I feed you
you will lick your fingers and be grateful for the specks I throw
you will praise your captor, and await my cruel love
This my dear
is not a childish game
it is love in the mind of a torturous soul
but you desire me
and my bottom misses the scarlet of your hit
I never miss
I am directly on target
I crave danger, and you are peccable
so I give and you take
and for heavens sake.....we abandon the discerning
and sing praises of yearning
~Nile
Word play makes me horny... AlwaysÂ
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