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Screams came from my bedroom, emitted from my throat;
sounds of highest ecstasy? Rather, pain denotes.
Oh! The searing agony! God, please make it stop!
Amazing hell fire! Is this pain of garrote?

Life’s companion, woman shares bed in which I dream
is awakened dead of night by my shrieking screams.
Thrown from peaceful slumber by simple cramp of leg,
another joy of aging, “Release me!” I beg.

Dead unto the world, my fatigue heaviest of weights
I long to walk it off but the pain will not abate.
I’ve clenched my hands around my leg in search of relief,
in need of exorcism, I’ve pain beyond belief.

Dead of night brings sounds of passion emitted from our bed,
these are not screams ecstatic coming from my head!
From pain both sharp and fierce are gutturals that I scream,
and my loving mate laughs as she ministers to me.

Even as I’m hurting humor on me is not lost
but her entertainment’s purchased at excruciation’s cost.
Screams I’m emitting sound like I’m in throws of love;
there’s nothing here that’s lovely, please help me rise above!

Administers nighttime mercies, different loving kind,
finally to floor I collapse where I lay supine.
Heated passion’s over, as in heap I lay spent,
everlasting savior goddess helped through my impotence.

Screams came from my bedroom, emitted from my throat;
sounds of highest ecstasy? Rather, pain denotes.
Oh! The searing agony! God, please make it stop!
Amazing hell fire! Is this pain of garrote?

 

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