Birth of SinA Poem by KaliouMarble staircases, Tarnished red by the immaculate birth of lust, The twelve disciples turned a deaf eye, And a blind ear.
Violent intrusion trickled through cracked innocence. Ardent whispers enticed perversion, Bondage and Discipline, Dominance,
Submission.
What’s your safe word?
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