Maybe not with your hand
But with a slight look across the room
I cum on demand.
You crack your whip
The worn, black, leather strip
I show you the back of my hip.
You inch your body closer to me
I feel the ridges of your teeth
The sharpness of the edge
Treading on the ledge
Of a paradise never known
A feeling never shown
Before now.
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