Softly your hands move over my body
Softly your thoughts move over my soul
Harshly and mercilessly your body crushes the physical Me
Harshly and mercilessly your thoughts crush the immaterial Me
There is blood. And also lots of pleasure
The more blood, the more and deeper the pleasure
The more brutality, the more and deeper the realness
The more tenderness, the more and deeper the innocence
The innocence of the brutality.
The Animal. The Man.
(c) 2010 by Oana