Truth might hit you if you murmur,
My spirit animal, our mating ritual,
Body soul and spirit. The purest symbiotic exchange, but like in the image of our creator.
I got your back more than a school bag carrying parachute as we bungee jump off the cliff called life.
Screams echoing pleasurable pain,
I think this is what BDSM feels like, although bitter sweet, there's no place I rather be.
Blisters, bruises and fingernails dug into my flesh unintentionally as I pull you closer to me, your presence is like a vail of iodine, my healing is assured.
