Sexual Roller Coaster
9/19/03
My excuse: sexual frustraion.
I want you.
Make no mistake this is true,
But can you handle it?
Or will the pain take over in the middle of the ride,
Bruises and welts from side to side
And sweat dripping from every helpless pore.
I want you.
Stretched out across my bed,
Legs bound with duck tape to the posts,
Arms bound in front of you, one mass of tape.
I want you.
Screaming at the top of your lungs with every lash of braided leather belt,
Pain and pleasure a map made of skin only I can read.
Welts and the entire bruise spectrum making you twitch
In anticipation for the next stroke,
The bed sheets flooded with your scent
And the air filled with the music of pain.
I want you.
Begging for release with non human sounds,
My skin covering yours as I kiss every beautiful scar,
Taking my time to leave a bite mark or two on your shoulder blades
And roll your nipples between my fingers.
I want you.
Spent and unconscious from your explosion,
Willingly wearing my collar with pride
Even as you dream.
I lovingly cut off the duck tape with my knife,
And hold you as your eyelids flutter,
Almost back to reality…
Can you see what I see?
Will you take a walk down my dark path and see?
Because dear heart this ride’s on me,
But the question still remains:
Do you dare take a ride on the coaster Whips and Chains?
