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Twisted

"Navigating the delicate balance between pleasure and pain, where souls intertwine in a dance of ecstasy and surrender."

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Author's Notes

"This poem was inspired by the song Twisted by Two Feet, which I recommend you listen to while reading it."

I'm a woman enticed by love's dark embrace,
Drawn to depths where passion and pain interlace,
Fearlessly diving headlong, surrendering all control,
No safety net to catch me as I let my desires unfold.
With each audacious dive, the surface I breach,
Revealing concealed truths beyond common reach. 

Unveiling hidden layers, like petals unfurling wide,
Passion's true purpose emerges as I let go of my pride,
Unbound in this free-fall, I relinquish all control,
Delving deep into the recesses of my soul,
With each daring leap, boundaries crumble and fade,
No limitations to confine, vulnerability is proudly displayed.

 In this captivating waltz of shadows, our bodies entwine,
As you touch my butt cheek, our hearts beat in perfect rhyme.
Your caress, a venomous lash, ignites a fevered haze,
Desire courses through my veins in a searing, wicked blaze,
Intoxicating and raw, it consumes me with a relentless force,
As you unveil a clandestine realm, a world twisted and uncoerced.

The pain is relentless, cruel, and stark,
There is no escape from its unbending mark,
Though aware of the lethal fall it conceals,
I'm drawn to its depths, where torment reveals.
A tango with shadows, a fatal allure,
Ensnared in its grasp, I endure the pain so pure.

In the realm of darkness, we dance on the edge,
Where anguish and pleasure intertwine and pledge.
With each step toward the edge, we dance with desire,
Seduced by the pain, caught in its eternal fire.
Ensnared in the shadows, their tendrils curl and entwine,
As we embrace the abyss, where bliss and torment align.

The shadows caress, as we delve deeper into the unknown,
Revealing hidden desires in whispers and moans.
A masochistic yearning, an unholy embrace,
I surrender willingly, with no fear or grace,
For in the depths of torment, I find my release,
A twisted solace, where suffering finds its peace.

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Written by EMoon
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