BDSM

My Heart beats, your gaze hot
Enchanting me with your evil sadistic thoughts.
Your touch cold, my hands numb, the manacles making me raw.
You laugh the sound of broken glass, horrors, and visions of unspeakable pasts.
Tears run shameful down my face; you lick up my salty taste.
Pain an aphrodisiac, enhancing your...fun.
My mind, defenseless against your cunning games, you are clever, and have perfected the art of torment and pain.
My struggles make you aroused; my life is just another pawn.
No remorse of my predicament, you own me; I am your slave,
until I am gone.
My breath ragged, my fear not bothering to conceal.
Your touch makes me scream, will this torment ever
end? There is no answer only the knowledge of the others before me,
and the whispers telling me their stories of their torment, and
pain.
The ghosts of memories reach out to me, inviting me to lay with
them, a sister of the grave.