It's dangerous inside my thighs
It's where most girls hide their pride
I have mine in my eyes
It's dark inside my heart
I keep all the monsters there
Coarse like hair
While being chocked I struggle for air
It's hard inside his legs
The pain comes from the spread
The separation to from the things I touch
It's a smile space
To stretch to lick to touch
It's rough beside his hands
It's nice to be constrained
The sting of my arm bands
It's burns across my back
Like a warm fire in my soul
I'll die before I'm old
It's warm inside my eye
Swollen from being poked numerous times
It hurts in the places they touch
They make me whimper and scream
Leaving traces as they stroke
Like prints on a screen
I cry because I want more
The metal feels like heaven
Things that pain you make me purr
It's late when I lay beside them
Reaching for his hand in the darkness
Changing shapes and then returning to my natural form
To take the shape of the other one
A deadly element
Josalisa's poetic lament.
A RiOt for the Sadomasochist.
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