Dark Love

We share

the darkest love,

and I've missed you terribly...

your hook, your mouth, your cock.

When we finally meet,

you will string me up writhing

in the vivid reality of my painful submission,

until our story is complete.

Though I know you will

make me bleed,

I will suffer gracefully

and willingly.

Every torture you provide is

a succulent burden. Every penetration

makes me want to come for you again

deeper and harder.

Break me till I bend.

I know you will make a mess

of me,

smearing the gooey residue of my

shameful surrender all over

my cum splattered skin.

You will gloat

in my flaccid devastation.

It's my destiny to hang

haplessly and helpless by your hand,

your steel loops locked around my tightly

splayed appendages, stretching me wide as you can...

provoking your heated thrusts. When you bury

that hard dick in my cunt, as you must,

it drives the metal hook up my ass.

Do it rough. Do it fast.

The pain is your gentle

mercy for waiting,

the anticipated ecstasy

of release.

For so long you’ve imagined

me dangling

from your vine,

spinning beneath the ceiling

in a web of cold wire,

my tiny tender nipples nearly

severed by your alligator clamps.

I am seeping

from every orifice.

You are tightening

every ligature.

We are swaying to the music

of your final assault.

It’s a wonderful fury.

Pound me to

the end.

Soak my velvet membranes

with your incandescent seed until

your darkness is fully satisfied.

Fuck me

into a software memory-

fodder,

after I’m finished,

for your

midnight masturbation.

Spray me

like a

pink pricked dog,

hiking his leg

and marking his territory.

Drop me to the floor

when you're empty

and sated.

Let me lie obliterated,

leaking you out.