Muse: The corset challenge
Cranking away at the strings that pull us closer together,
Together my ribs strengthen to a slight clinching pain,
Pain that makes my toes feel blue and eyes pop out of my head until the flogging blows over,
Over and over again the latex heats up as we begin from the start when the strings pop,
My popping ribs take the blame for these scars that are left from one nights consenting domestic pleasure,
The pleasure principle haunts the amygdala controlling the memory of fear that plays in my mind when i'm away,
Away my synapses cling together and play the strings in harmony fishing through my episodic dreams,
Dreams of you taunting me into bending over in my favorite position,
Positioned knee to chest, head to floor drowning in my saliva while mumbling more,
More gracefully accepting my need for corset pain,
Pain that makes my toes feel blue while my heart races towards an orgasm and away from you,
You are the longest joint I have ever smoked,
A smoking gun you are the way you carry your dominance and own it,
It's starting to itch because I forgot to lube up before tying the corset on,
On my knees I will be for making this mistake,
A mistake that caused a punishment I will never forget...
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