The fire bends and breaks
The monsters rear up screeeching
They whisper the words I wish to hear
Tempting
I'm falling into the darknesss
I feel the cold fingers press
Sensation tingle on my pale fragile neck
Bruises form as i slowly drift
My own blackened silk hell
How i love it
The whips
The whimpers every piece so tempting
Every piece so fearfully painful
Yet this is the only love I will ever long for
Master and servant
Whip and skin
Love.
Ember: So what ya think i knolw i write wierdo poetry but i can only write it dark nothing bubbly comes to mind!!! So please comment