A Poem about Lust

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Lust
A euphoric mud we lather,
for a secret harmony with parts of our being that otherwise make us shameful.
Domination
and control
Submission
and surrender
Every ‘kink’ a playful ploy for control over untamed scars,
Every session,
a sacred step of surrender toward the souls will.
Is the beauty we see in another’s insecurity purely superficial?
A means of reassurance?
Would you sacrifice dignity for pleasure?
or are you unashamed and free?
- RIPZ