A secret joy in the adrenaline rush of guilt,
the memory of a strap.
Photo by Hungrybison
A savage mixture of sweat and blood,
a gentle kiss,
a sigh of relief.
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Tagged as American West, blood, erotica, poetry, prostitues, sex
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