I have commissioned for him a fountain pen
with a nib of surgical steel.
So the obscenities he writes across my back
will last.
He writes the things I am to him.
Cutting each letter into my skin.
Slut Whore Cunt.
Then crosses them out in one long slash.
He scrawls as I scream.
MY slut. MY whore. MY cunt. Mine.
Until that last word and
the press of his cock against my thigh.
I don’t love the pain,
but I love what it makes him.
And the flat heat of his tongue
on the bloody pearls that edge the words.
His breath sears my back as he works.
My face a hot mess of tears,
I cry as if it will never end.
Panting like a thing dying.
He sits me up, turns my head to the mirror
and I see:
He has made me a thing of infinite and bloody beauty.
A poem in pain.
Penned in extremis, for #FuckToyFriday
Excellent
this one hits all my buttons, absolutely lovely
RG,
Cutting & bleeding seem strange to me, is it really erotic & sexy? If so…why?
Thank you,
-TFP
I can’t answer that here. I’ve attempted to answer it here: http://remittancegirl.com/discussions/a-piss-poor-attempt-at-an-explanation/
…RG… the power of your words… stunning.
Reading this on Friday… I couldn’t look away.
Exquisite
Love this. Perfect. xo T
This is beautiful. I love the little details on your writings.
RG- Great writing and a great mind fuck (in the sense that it not only appeals on a filthy, base, carnal level, it appeals cerebrally.) A rare and extremely exciting phenomenon…
Indelible indeed!
Thanks RG
God this is hot!