The magic of reflected love
Temptation etched into your skin,
The path we strayed for our piece of sin.
Hour after hour of wanton lust,
Not because we choose, but because we must.
You’re under my skin, I’m deep into yours.
Me your fantasy, your very own whore.
Take me, ride me, your dildo that bleeds.
Wring my cock dry for that bloom of seed.
And all I’ll ask, promise me one thing alone,
That you are mine, if I’m yours to own.
Save my soul,
Bring me back from the edge.
Help me look forward to life,
Not death.
Hold my heart,
With your unconditional love.
Hold my hands,
Feel me try to be enough.
Think not of me as a gliding whim,
Think of me as a necessary sin.
And grasp tight to hold for all eternity,
Not imprisoned together but floating free.
Our love dysfunctional,
But functioning it’s true.
For I believe you love me,
As much as I love you.
Our love unconventional,
But by any convention true.
For I believe you love me,
As much as I love you.
Our love eternal,
Eternal and true.
For I believe in our eternity,
As much as I believe in you.
Open up,
Pull the petals of your bloom apart.
Stroke them,
Slide o’er their soft pink form.
Feel it,
Nature’s surge from earth to curling toes.
Quake,
Crack like the rock laid by Gods of old.
Show to me,
All that those Gods bestowed.
Give to me,
What I alone am owed.
Offer up,
All you were given so that I may take.
Your sacrifice,
For my pleasure’s sake.
Ready yourself,
To receive your new monotheistic God.
Brace yourself,
Anticipate the divine acts that you’ll beg to stop.
Attenuate,
Attune to rhythmically resonate.
Orgasmic mess,
My scarred and shaking apostate.
Show to me,
All that the Gods bestowed.
Give to me,
What I alone am owed.
Offer up,
All you were given so that I may take.
Your sacrifice,
For my pleasure’s sake.