Bare metal against skin
Sharp indentation as chain bites into hands
The soft cold feel, silk across eyes
The feel of fingers, moving in slow circles
The flat of a blade, following the same path
Hand settling in, the feel of thumb against throat
The pressure, hinting but never quite cutting off breathe
A line of fire, the wet meets cold air
The slow press of him
His weight pinning
Slowly entering the place of rightful worship
Blaze of heat throbbing inside
Teeth scraping and biting
Grinding in, marking her as owned
This lingering taste of her
Slides away as he slips free from sleeps shackles
Pelgris 
I love this one!!
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I appreciate the comment. Let me ask, what specifically works? Do you have a emotional or physical reaction? I wonder about these things.
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I’m glad you asked! Both. I seriously think when I read your works, ” How did this person get into my head?” Does that make sense? The reactions are intense.
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It does make sense. Thank you! Side thought: maybe passionate people have their own collected subconscious, having been kicked out of the larger collective for being too distracting.
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That could very well be. I have been kicked out of a few places for that very reason!
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