Like the bite of a whip
coming out of the blue
with no warning
you struck
straight and true to my heart
A sting
and then
a wash of pleasure
surged through me
igniting my senses
leaving me
anticipating the next strike
and like the bite
of the whip
my body will heal
the bruises slowly fading away
but leaving behind the memory
of the kiss
coming out of the blue
with no warning
you struck
straight and true to my heart
A sting
and then
a wash of pleasure
surged through me
igniting my senses
leaving me
anticipating the next strike
and like the bite
of the whip
my body will heal
the bruises slowly fading away
but leaving behind the memory
of the kiss
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