Painful Pleasure Poem by Raven Syke
Painful Pleasure
oh tease the foundations
of this burning love
The stinging hiss
I must suffer alone
It's angry red curve
Smiles with maddened glee
And tempts me to scream
The pleasure, the pain.
I dare not listen
To reason's urgent cry
As again it strikes me
Hard and cold like electricity
Dies down, the seething lust
Sooth the marked brow
Rough are the dark skies
And content is that blue fire
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