17 July 2011

Squeeze to the point of pain
Kiss 'til my lips are bruised
Bite 'til you break the skin
Love the demon I've loosed

Between pain and pleasure
You blur the line
Which one will come out
The victor this time?

The pain that I love
Or the pleasure it brings?
White-hot elation
As a new scratch stings

Teeth that tug
Nip and bite
All the wrong places
That hurt just right

Eyes that devour
All that I am
The marks on my wrists
In the shape of your hand

Fingerprint bruises
Decorate my hips
Tiny cuts from
Your teeth on my lips

A bitemark here
Scratches there
You nibble my ear
Your hand in my hair

Your gaze softens
When you look at my face
Your touch is tender
As you slow your pace

My angel is back
I'm almost sad
Because I crave the demon
Almost as bad

As the brush of your
Fingertips, loving and light
In times when anger
Does not cloud your sight