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Posted on January 21, 2019 by Beast in Poetry

I see hate,

In eyes full of tears.

I feel anger,

As your looks sear.

I absorb pain,

I feed upon it.

I strike again,

Your arse feels my whip.

I taunt,

Tapping to build a strike.

I tease,

Because it’s what I like.

I give,

And you will have to take.

We love,

The dynamic that we create.

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Beauty says:

January 22, 2019 at 12:50 am

Yes, we do love it. Very much so.
😈
Thankyou for putting into words our passion ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I love you❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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1. Beast says:
  
  January 22, 2019 at 6:49 am
  
  I like the act more than the words 😉
  
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2. Beast says:
  
  January 22, 2019 at 6:49 am
  
  And I love you too ❤❤❤
  
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