Get Me Off

I can taste your sweat on my tongue,
I'm thinking rip it out,
So I hit you harder.
The echo of the whip in this small dingy room,
Resonates even louder than your gasps.
I see it wrap itself around your flesh,
Small red worms blend amongst your stretch marks,
The sight is disgusting.
Pieces of hair, caught in your bindings,
Tear it out to get you down.
"On your knees"
I cant even see your face
The top of your head in my hands as you force yourself further down my cock.
I run my thumbs along your temple.
Over to your eyes.
And they start screaming in my head again, all those sounds willing me on,
They want me to shove my fingers into your eyes,
I want to shove my fingers into your eyes.
The thought gets me off enough to shoot a sickening load into your throat,
You gleefully accept it, and I pretend you made it happen.
For the rest of the night I’ll keep glancing at your naked body, as it lay asleep.
Studying the cilia hairs of your legs and arms and face.
Wondering whether those pills you took have killed the potential foetus yet.
Your ass-hole is disgusting after its been fucked.
I should cut myself, allowing the blood to run over your filthy molested body.
If only I weren't so sure you’d lick it up and “give me the eyes”
As if I really think, that’s So fucking cute