When it is good there is no feeling like its ecstasy
Its thrill, its rush, its energy
When it is bad there is no feeling like its confinement
Its resistance, its limitations, its pain
And you just hang there
because you have forgotten the safe words and worlds
You once shared.
Tormented and tortured
1 comment:
Your not kidding. I'm already taking applications for the new position of Kyra's internet lover. I gotta get me some happiness soon or I'm going to freak out.
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