new kink

i’ve had my cock stepped on

and loved it.

had it squeezed so hard

she warned her pupil,

“you can’t do this to most people,”

before she made him felate me.

rope has burned my skin

and pinned my leg,

and my nipples have been clamped

and pulled

and all manners of abused.

 

hair pulled. ass gouged. lip bit.

hot peppers cutting through fat,

making them bloom,

this pain in the pleasure.

you know all this.

 

now,

the clamps are cleaned, and long quiet.

the rope reorganizes someone else’s limbs.

my new kink is hearing your music,

the playlists you made for me,

and grieving us.

 

pain in the pleasure.

making it bloom.