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Don’t you remember

the rush of it all?

Breathing in tandem

digging my nails in

side your back.

Your blood keeps on spilling

but you were ready

and you’re still willing

to make sacrifices.

To cleanse your soul

into me.

Don’t you remember

the name that you called

-cried out for?

So hard you begged

you crawled.

These beatings are hurting

but sill you keep flirting

with the pain.

Until you feel

nothing at all.

Don’t you remember?

Have you forgotten?

Your secret pleasure

or have you buried me?

A hidden treasure.