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by: Mythic Prince Bound to the cross on my dark desire You taste the whip Tortured by your need for the primal kiss You whimper your joy My touch a whisper of deft fingers Skate barely across sensitized skin Excited sparks find a sensual path To the depth of your loins Your journey to subspace has began And I? I am with you My steps light around you Brings my deep but gentle voice that soothes you And moves you even deeper As I become the keeper of your soul And its note to the symphony that is ours Such music only you and I can hear So near to that place, that space Where dreams reside. I touch you withing, without, so deep I touch your mind Our loins but the vechile that takes you there That space so near, that place that we share You body implodes bright, hot, barely contained That melts you inside out Slowly like the ripple of a stone In the pond of your body That space, that place, you have become And I? I am with you 
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