H.M.
LESLIE

Webmistress of The Bug Ranch

Agony to pleasure, pleasure into pain,
come 'round, turn around
turn it back again.

Hold up a mirror to see if we yet live;
reflecting back the breath you took,
moist wretched lungs still heave and

gulp from the pain
from the pleasure
on the carousel of lust
our bodies tossed aloft and spinning
til you drain them
like the rest

with a suck and a whisper and a hand on either side
of the pain and the pleasure and the
end.
Vamptantric, Leslie

 

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