You are a sadist,
always hungry for blood, tears, and pain.
I am a masochist,
always needing to feel the pain in all of it’s delightful forms.
I only feel alive at the tip of your switchblade.
I can only emote with it’s metallic sting.
With each stroke
I would count my self lucky for receiving such exquisite sensations.
All of the hurt,
long rough nights,
and a hard cock stuffed in my mouth.
All of these things spin around in my mind
like some kind of disease.
I obsessively drool over just the idea of fucking you.
I get wet just to hear you whisper in my dreaming ear,
“Suck my cock, now bitch.”
Oh how I would quiver
and be inflamed with desire.
Oh Southern man…
Too many levels,
too deep to swim,
too long for me to hold my breath.
And so I find that I must die just to cross your abyss.
What dark secrets of your heart will I find on yonder shore?
What vampiric caresses will I find?
Which mask defines you?
You illusive, slippery, electric eel.
You are charismatic to a shocking extent.
You draw them in like bees to the nectar.
Swarming around you,
for but a taste of you.
But they are disposable to you.
A one time use.
Just holes to fill the void with and yet,
I find you wandering, floundering, under the scrape of my teeth.
All of the burning desires of my womb haunt my every waking moment.
craving over the one who looks away.