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A cost analysis
Of My trigger point
a pure devout wanting
beauty so softly held
helps ease 
the praying hours
spent in absolute silence. 
Me and My thoughts
memorize the forbidden words. 
Love and be loved in return,
she mirrors my conviction
on the edge of her eternal bed
the hours create certain images
tiny things
play later. 
We see each other 
in our reflections. 
The hours she spends
holding her breath
in her ice plunge bath. 
I watch in absolute horror,
floating ice,
covers her nakedness
I can not watch
her distorted effortless smile
eyes open underwater
the cold piercing 
tightens her body. 
And from underneath 
she flexes
and touches. 
I reach in
her firm breasts
she takes my hands 
and places them underneath 
I lift her
from her tortured bath,
she swears by summer’s end
I’ll be converted
wrapped around 
her hungry body
up into mine. 
I swear
I whisper
the ice 
is no friend 
of mine.
Atop her frigid kiss,
she smiles,
under one sheet 
her insides are burning
I’m starting to see
the temperature guide
as cold drops fall
from her hair of ice. 
The session starts
she warms,
the faster she pulls
the closer the wall comes
I claw at her hips
holding firmly 
palming the very part
she shares with One. 
She’s a model of love
in her ice plunge 
always by my side
understanding
the Top/bottom divide. 
Suffering in cold water
she see’s another way,
the warmth lasts 
pretty much all day. 
That is until
we conquer  
the summit again.