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Hot as solder, hard as slate,
This verse tries to articulate:
Though pain will take me to the brink,
‘Tis but one layer of my kink.

Twixt sub and dom, a thread of silk,
On one side ink, the other milk,
And where they bleed; a marbled swirl,
Is where it sits, that treasured pearl.

Give me granite, tar and grit,
Your stinging blows all laced with spit,
And where the rope indents my skin,
Your signature is burned within.

But don’t expect a placid mate,
With fervour, I’ll retaliate,
And in the conflict, there it lies:
An ecstasy to tantalize.

The bruises of the afterglow,
Those precious trophies you bestowed,
Are won with struggle, not with ease,
My fix is in the rag and tease.

To pleasure you is my desire,
But there is something I require:
You’ll get your whispered pleas for more,
If you'll make love like you make war.

Resultaten (Engels) 1:

Hot as solder, hard as slate,This fresh tries to articulate:Though pain will take me to the brink,' Tis but one layer of my kink.Twixt sub and dom, a thread of silk,On one side ink, the other milk,And where they bleed; a marbled swirl,Is where it sits, that treasured pearl.Give me granite, tar and grit,Your stin went blows all laced with spit,And where the rope indents my skin,Your signature is burned within.But don't expect a placid mate,With fervour, I'll retaliate,And in the conflict, there it lies:An ecstasy to tantalize.The bruises of the afterglow,Those precious trophies you bestowed,Are won with struggle, not with ease,My fix is in the rag and tease.To pleasure you is my desire,But there is something I require:You'll get your whispered pleas for more,If you'll make love like you make war.

Resultaten (Engels) 2:

Hot as solder, hard as slate,
This fresh tries to articulate:
Though pain will take me to the brink,
'Tis but one layer of my kink.

Twixt sub and dom, a thread of silk,
On one side ink, the other milk ,
And Where They bleed; a marbled swirl,
Is where it sits, that treasured pearl.

Give me granite, tar and grit,
Your stinging blows all laced with spit,
And where the rope indents my skin,
Your signature is burned within.

But do not expect a placid degree,
with fervor, I'll retaliate,
and in the conflict, there it lies:
An ecstasy to tantalize.

The bruises of the afterglow,
Those precious trophies you bestowed,
are won with struggle, not with ease,
My fix is in the rag and tease.

To pleasure you is my desire,
But there's something I requirement:
You'll get your whispered pleas for more,
If you'll make love like you make war.

Resultaten (Engels) 3:

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