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soulache -> Sweet Pleasure and Pain (3/2/2005 2:48:31 PM)
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My Master lays to a bed not ours as I do
to find sweet sleep and dreams of us two
To lay upon comfort and feel a bed of nails
A single tear falls down my cheek leaving its salty trail
To wake in the warm rush of confusion
lost in our dreams makes this wake a sweet illusion
To reach for the warmth and beat of this loves soul
Grasping to touch to feel ~ then feeling the cold
To stumble though the daily mornings tasks
Air is taken thinking ofmy Masters asks
To stop for only a moment and feel the sweet rush
Realizing the only one that makes this be is beyond right now..... my touch
Hearts race watching clocks counting on sweet time
when our embrace can be only ours and the echo is heard of his call "mine"
To respond in gasps of air "I am yours"
But today our time is taken in a curve
He is my master....I am his slave
for all that is taken from me~ he has gave
Mixing our souls again in a strain
For to know this sweet pleasure holds true pain
Torture knows release, Happy knows sad
From all of the good there is always the bad
Death knows rebirth, as Bleeding gives life
To feel pure ecstasy I know the touch of a knife
This is our walk I accept it as such
Alive in this gift of love ~ Dead without its touch
Come to me my love comsume me in your sweet pain
Nothing lost in nothing gained
Let my cry be heard to your ears on your skin
Where dark is let the light come in....
He accepts what I have gave
For he is my Master.....I am his slave
Of now, yesterdays and of another time
There is pleasure and pain in words "mine"
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