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Pleasure
The storm roars,
Our passion rises
And I lie in your arms,
And ponder who is truly the master,
For Love can sting,
Like a crack of the whip,
The kiss of leather upon flesh,
It can soothe as the softest of touches,
Caressing, healing, loving
And as we learn, and discover each other,
We find all is pleasure,
And pleasure is all
Author: A-L.T.
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