Like a wheel that spins…
Over and over again,
This ‘thing’ that keeps me so subdued.
Over and over again,
Revolving on an axis that does not end…
Captivating an entrapment,
In an enclosed involvement binge.
I am in this churning movement,
Secreting with desire that burns.
Over and over again…
Stung by a sting I like!
Whipped,
Dizzy and delighted!
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