I will wait
For time is neither fast nor slow
You will be here
in my bed, on the floor, against the wall
There is no place
That is more sacred than in me
Moving past the insignificant wasp
I watch you ingesting the fluidity of muscle
If it were in me, I would whimper
Like an animal that lost its precious toy
We both will wait
tormented by societal norm’s
Meaningless words
said out of an insignificant mouth
Your mouth is what is need
Your soul is mine to bend
“You will not speak of this to a soul,” I whispered
Riding my untamed stallion to completion
Once my name is uttered
Then you are openly mine
There is a circle
Within the circle, things are done
Things are said
Things that are better off dead
You have entered my circle
My Hell
Pleasure intense and relentless
is a hell on the body and mind
I must control my savagery
Innocents is best taken slowly
In secret, I enjoy my own release
No one else will enter this inner sanctum
…To be Continued….
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