daily prompt · love · mental health · napowrimo · poem · poetry · sex

Sweet torture

Carefully planned interaction

You, me, those cuffs, and that dirty mouth.

Words hidden on our tongues, ready to stop

Knowing we won’t want to.

Face pressed firm into the mattress,

Brought to the edge again and again

Sweet torture

Painful bliss

Before the waves crash over.

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