Skin on Fire
When Pain and Pleasure become One
Hold my hands above my head
whether with your own or with rope,
I am your willing prisoner,
Taking every bite and scratch you give me;
When these kisses sting like needles
It feels like a dose of a needed drug.
It flows through me and I beg for more.
When a strong hand delivers the blow to my body,
It is an embrace that I have been wanting for so long.
My body needing your tenderness and your roughness
Like it needs food and water.
Outsiders will say that this is unnatural, that I
Need a therapist but my trust in you and your
Skillful mind lead me to feel healed and whole.
About the Creator
Kelsey O'Malley
Canadian Autistic writer! Creator of the Breaking the (Autistic) Code series, Autistic Woman Vs, and Who is the Real Monster!
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