Lost in Our Truths

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“I would never do this for another man.” you tell me. 
“And I would never do this with another woman.” I reply. 

You seem surprised as my hand slides down your perfect flesh. 
and so I clarify. 

“No other woman is worth the effort.” I say. 
“and no other woman has ever hungered for me as you do.”

I caress your thigh, trembling. I feel your heat. 
Your wetness betrays you. 

I lift the whip and strike. The mark is red and swollen. 
You cry out, more in passion than pain, as I strike again, 

both of us, 
lost in our truths.