'Warrior'
By FifthRing
Sore in our defense I bled against the violence I drip from where the flesh is torn I ache where muscles are tired and worn I stand exhausted without word I see before me my greatest reward You approach to sooth my pain with gentle touches like the rain My shouting body you caress and I rise beneath your tenderness Kiss black and blue with lips of red and lay me softly on the bed Clean my wounds with stroke of tongue and taste the warmth and salt among I close my eyes and slightly strain as you offer a delicious pain The weight of your body on my own your every movement brings a groan You don't let me move to return the favor just freely give the relief I savor The sight of your glow in the moonlight flesh so white and moonlit dewy fresh I want to touch and shape so slow to smell and taste and fully know But you hold my hands and keep me still and I give to you my tired will A thousand battles I would endure if my reward was your sweet tortureI'm not "into" the pain thing, as such, but sometimes it can be nice. Written April 5th, 1996 © on Mar 05 2002 05:40 AM PST 0 • 16
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"Sore in our defense..."