Detach

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Wrong to whip the wound even if on the primrose path. Make fast the twinge of joy that flashes in the dark night. Oppress pain whilst tied to make bow to my balanced rack. To splice time for euphoria to cool and delight our rapture. Join my fervor to make the elation from the clinch you hold. Inspiration for paradise fastened to a truss and tightened rope. Not to persecute but implement a spice called thrill of solace. Deadlock on par but ready to move far from the break even. Impale your enthusiasm to find the only thing close to heaven. Unite the enhancement and tether the intoxication of trance. Delight in delirium as my tool goes deep to rivet this memory. Turn on me you may with gusto and passions drawn from here. No kicks as that would have been a diversion from which I relish. Satisfaction of torment is not something I would ever want to try. My bliss a diversion an agony I seem to find in true titillations. Fastened here I know you will not run until you smite my dues. Lash out and hurry to martyrize my member inside your touch. Toxic like thoughts take prisoner the match we have met.