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There is no more lively sensation
Than that of pain
It's impressions are certain
And dependable, they never deceive
As may those of the pleasure women
Perpetually feign
And almost never experience.

It all rests on pleasure,
In its sharpest, clearest forms;
Amplified to heights of pain
that subdues, submits, reforms.

Agony of tear-stained faces,
Red welts on pure white skin
Manifest of Nature’s essence,
Beyond all virtue, sin.

Bare core of sensual torture
Devoid of Meaning, Sense,
Sheer facts of life
No judgments, no offence.

Truth cold and bitter
As the blade that cuts your flesh
No higher plane of being
But Lust-Pain’s intricate mesh.

Here we stand,
No falling back,
Lusts and pains
All that remains.

You’re sobbing,
You’re wincing,
You’re flinching
Such is life.

You’re hurting,
You’re aching,
You’re crying
Such is life.

You’re sobbing,
You’re wincing,
You’re cumming
Such is life.

You’re hurting,
You’re aching,
You’re cumming
Such is life.

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