I love the sweet taste of your poison as it drips past my lips. Salivating acid, a wad of spittle embroidered with unbridled lust; raw with unpolished eroticism.
The aching pain brought about by abuse is dulled in this one moment of bliss. Sexual desire erodes all memory of torment.
Oh, how our bodies swell and connect. Forced puzzle pieces of entering and entered. We thrive on life, the shot of death you drove into me is all but forgotten. Your swears of cruelty onto me are drowned by your throbbing moans within my ears.
Scars of past copulations fade into oblivion. New ones take their place. Nails tear and teeth break my sin, as lust dissolves into a cannibal frenzy of severe passion. The fresh bruises you littered me with go numb. I feel nothing but the press of your firm breasts to mine.
I am lost in the feelings of bliss, the subtle bounce against me, a blow into tormented desire. Every one-sided thrust leaves me rupturing desperately for a climax, but I produce none. Dry is my shaft to peak, though I am rigor mortis hard. Pleasure still manages to shoot through my every nerve ending. My body cranks to produce the lubricant as yours does, but a desert in summer, I am a drought.
I wish to yell. I ache to moan. But woe, sweet, tormenting woe, I cannot. Your poison silences me. My lungs expel useless gasses with each ride of your pelvis onto me. I feel my pressure build within you, but you pay it no mind. Your tongue is too busy lapping away my life as it pushes past my lips and down my throat.
It delves deep. It strangles what little air comes through. Reflex tells me to choke and gag, but I cannot respond. Even with the reflex denied, what I want most is to wrestle your tongue. I want to taste you, to curl mine with yours, to swallow what you have to offer. I taste nothing. I move nothing.
I can’t help but think of the moments before this. There was always a cold shadow over you, always looking past me with glazed empty eyes. Even when you would beat me, there were quick sparks of life, quickly dead. Now I witness a life in you, a life I never knew existed.
I feel the growing warmth, as your wetness flourishes against the tangle of my pubic hair. Like rain to the desert that is me, you flood me with your unabashed pleasure. A monsoon, you cascade your body into me.
Deep in the recesses of your eyes, I see the awakened God complex consume you. Your stare burns past me, past my skin, past my being. I’m a toy. I am your toy.
You tighten on me. Never before had you allowed me to feel your zenith. Such rapture eclipses my thoughts, and I long to feel every inch of your flesh. Yet, all I can do is watch as your body moves from slight trembles to frantic shakes. Your sitting body arching upwards. Fingers wet from your juices, you caress your hardened nipples. Your hips buckle on me. Your moans echo loud and alone. For a moment I am reminded of a skipping record, as your high pitch wails of ecstasy repeat time and time again. It feels as though you’ll never end. Orgasm after orgasm, you push onto me.
Then, as though nothing of worth transpired, you unmount me. I slide forth from you, drenched in your solution, but none of my own.
From the corner of my eyes, I see you stretch. Your body curves and sways with each movement you make. Oh how I curse my unmoving body for keeping me blind to your full sight. You walk back to me, as almost as an afterthought, and catch sight of you grasping towards me.
It is not me you take hold of, but the knife handle. Was your poison not enough, I wonder. You pull on it, removing the damned thing from my heart. With it in hand, you walk away. Slowly the remains of my life leaks through the deep tear you left in my heart.