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you gave me my treat

You started me off

with the whip,

just tickling me

with the leather strands, teasing;

the licks felt like feathers,

like whispers.

Then you drizzled almond oil

down my backside,

warm and viscous,

honey oozing over a peach;

dew seeped from the delicate blossoms

inside of me

and I craved your sting,

your hardness.

So you gave me my treat.

You parted my flesh,

cleaved me

again and again,

taking me apart

until you touched

the deepest part of me,

where past and present merge

in a crescendo

of pleasure,

hallowing and restoring me,

and I took the guise

of the goddess

you have made me:

Pua Nani.

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