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A lingering touch
Lips pressed against goose bumped flesh
Breathing in short gasps
Leather envelops neck
Collar locked into its place
My eyes burn with lust
On my knees for you
Hand caressing chin, you gaze
My eyes say it all
I stand before you
First strike hits, my backside stings
Tiny welts appear
I look back at you
Fingertips run along welts
It is not enough
The crop lands once more
Over and over it strikes
The welts burn my flesh
I say not one word
My eyes convey my message
I crave this sweet pain

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