He chokes me, I think I like it
I’m not sure
He asks me if I like it, I say yes
I’m not sure
What else could I answer
He keeps telling me how hot I am
not beautiful
hot, hot, hot
So hot he wants to keep me all night
Five fingers on my throat, two in my mouth
Choke, please choke on me
Why does he say please ?
No longer human, somehow martyr
He shapes me into the altar of his desire
Holy, acquiescent
hot, hot, hot
While I desperately try to feel something
If not pleasure, then pain
Physical
bite me
scratch me
Mental
let me kill myself through his lustful eyes
And watch myself turn into
Faceless, choking, crying thing
Suddenly
His hand reaches mine, embraces it
His pace slows down, soft kisses
My skin melts under him as I inhale
And sink back into my body
human again
Rare and swift instant, enough to keep me alive
I hold on to this moment to convince myself
of what ?
Soon, without fail, my head pushed back into the pillow
hot, hot, hot
I am so tired, please let me sleep
Why do I say please ?
Pretend I am yours with your arm around my waist
But let me sleep
a few hours
until dust
Dust is here,
Foggy mind, eyes closed
Does he know I’m not asleep
His hand traces my back, naked again
I don’t move
His again
hot, hot, hot
His fingers reach inside me
As to tear me away from Morpheus
Jealous of the freedom he gave me for a couple of hours
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