Pain is pleasure

When I took you in my arm

            I felt having conquered.

When you took me in your palm

            I felt having succumbed.

Upon holding you for foreplay

            I ruled a victor.

Being held in your clutches

            I slaved as a captive.

Every bruise I made on you

            Is a pleasure of pain to you.

Every friction you caused on me

Is a pleasure of strain to me.

I got pleasure from chafing yours

While you got from being chafed.

The Act of Love, a two way pleasure.

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