• mellen 5w

    Don't be gentle. Never that.
    I want you to flay me.
    Part my flesh.
    Fist my titian hair,
    Still my anxious heart with anticipation.
    Hands bound tight,
    Chest thrust forward.
    Nipples standing proudly aroused.
    Rack your nails down my back,
    Across my breasts.
    Scarlet welts
    Tattooing my flushed, silky skin.
    Feed from me,
    Finishing me off.
    Extract my soul
    And send me as offering to Beelzebub.

    ©mellen