BDSM
Your skin is my canvas.
The welts of my leather mark your flesh as mine.
I orchestrate the music of your cries…your pleas, your moans.
Drawing from you the beauty of your pain.
I mold and twist you, I break you and build you
At my touch you become more
I recreate you.
I shape your perfection.
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