Torture My Soul (day 1886)

Torture my soul until I die a giant death
Collapsing at the feet of your heart
And I entrust my nuances
To your jangled calling
While encircled and entangled
By your thick leather harness
So that my lonely crawling can stir
What matters most
To the woman you’ve bloomed to be

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