Monday, December 5, 2011

The Taste

It is with grave fear that I find myself here..
I need to know that you aren't the monster the world wants to make you out to be
please for the sake of my own fragile heart I must know.
you disguise yourself so well and your touch is ever so sweet
your words do melt like butter upon my soul
PLEASE
do spare me this poisonous rapture
the venom is so sweet
so bitter sweet
how I'd long to tame such a beast
I didn't dare see what was happening before my eyes
blindfolded and cuffed
I could only taste it.
And now tis I that craves it.
But you...
you enjoy watching me squirm,
watching my body writhe in horror of what I've allowed.
I could scream but what is the use
The pain is pleasure
the torture is ease..
my appetite is insatiable
you deprive me
it makes me want more.
I want to escape.
Or do I.


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