Steel

Your steel fingers dance across my skin,
they remind me, my life is in your hands.
Five steel fingers cut my skin,
they beat me, they break me;
they show me what it is to live.
Your fingers whisper to me,
they tell me what is right.
My skin swells in front of you-
What have you done to me?
The scent of vomit and unworldly passion
floats silently though the air,
my words are caught bubbling in my throat,
I want so badly to get them out.
I'm choking on my own words,
won't you help me get them out?
        DannYetman
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