I can feel your throbbing agony... it penetrates me to the core. I want you to run your tongue alone the bladed edge of my sorrow.
In your numbness I will make you feel again. As your pain licks blood in horizontal rivers from the cruelty of your whip.
Even though your eyes are cold, I can feel the turbulent heat rising from you, coming in waves through my sense of smell. The sweat of the day mixed with your tears roll down your skin and score the tracks my tongue will make once I am unbound.
There is nothing I cannot endure for you, the well of my pain is deep; at the bottom of the chasm of terror we met. As you ran your tongue upwards I began to breathe again. First with desperate gasps, then, as I acclimatised to the intense pleasure, my breathing became mounted upon soft, lapping moans.
Each time I cried out I could feel you feeling vicariously. You feel through me and I, in turn, give back to you the vast emotion you generated through your initial cruelty, the match and fuel consumed, left in warm bliss.
Subrosa