Painful Lust

Struggle has a beautiful face
Her cries of pain is singing to my ears
Her moans of agony play a joyful melody
I thirst for her open wounds and lust after her broken nimble limbs
The clouds, oh how I miss the misty clouds where her tears mingle in the rain
Her touch is torture for every being, yet arousing
Astonishing is she when she bleeds
Appealing is she in her stained white dress
Breathtaking is she with every step she takes
She trips and stumbles gracefully again and again
Amusing is her suffering
She suffers and does not plead
She suffers with great joy

I, however, lust the painful lust

Author: Ibn Rishdi

No one's great.

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