Count the scars,
Like counting the stars.

Kiss over them,
Make them feel worthy.

Move your fingers,
Slowly over the cracked doors.

Touch them with love,
Before hurting once more.

Come close.. and close,
Until my breath inhale your soul.

The love season after,
Lusty night is what called pure.

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Hold me close. Let your fingers run through my hair. Kiss me gently after you have finished being rough. Call me a good girl. Your good girl. Let me feel your care, after we both are done.

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Moments after, aftercare.
Moments when u shall regain ur self,
After letting yourself go for the one who owns you,
The one who loves you, and cares for you,
After all the ever longing sessions,
Of spanks, wax and flogging..
All that shall leave your skin blood red,
And you exhausted.
The moment after the after care moment,
when he shall cover you up,
Within a blanket of love, that you seek,
Made of his skin, holding you tight,
As the lovemarks gets treated,
On your blood red thighs and ass cheeks,
Through his touch and the softness of the cream.
The moments after you seem to have lost sight of reality,
As tears drip down your cheeks,on to his sweaty chest.
The moment after the aftercare moment,
When you shall realise,
That the trust, care and love that you feel and gain,
Even after those moments of losing your sanity,
The moments, you realise, this is what you need,
That you shall gain sanity through insanity,
Those moments, those realisations,
Shall be yours and yours alone.

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With nothing to get warmth from,
I put my bones on fire
Seeking warmth from your aftercare.

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