Dark Love

We share
the darkest love,
and I've missed you terribly...
your hook, your mouth, your cock.

When we finally meet,
and you string me up writhing
in the vivid reality of my painful submission,
our story will be 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, harder,
faster... relentless.
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 widely
splayed appendages, stretching me... exposing me...
provoking your heated thrusts. When you bury
that hard dick in my cunt, it drives
the metal hook even further
up my ass.

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.