Confessions of a Disturbed Mind (disclaimer -sexually explicit too)

Allow me to take you on an eventful path.
Somewhere evil, someplace dark: Confessions of a disturbed mind.
This is my imagination, this is my wrath;
This is my contribution to a fictional bloodbath.

Lying next to me in all his naked splendour;
My lover, my friend, my lifelong soul mate.
He had no choice really but to surrender;
To experience his manhood swirl in a metaphorical blender

I use all my female powers of seduction.
My fingers, my mouth, even an erotic movie.
What I do not require now is any disruption;
As I bring out my weapons of egotistical destruction.

Scorching his eyes with wax from the aromatherapy candle;
He's burning, he's screaming, “Oh boy you in some for more.”
It's his member below I'm yet to handle.
The camcorder placed at just the right angle.

His skin is so soft, so smooth to the touch.
Some itching powder, kitty urine and maybe even menstrual blood;
Massaging my concoction all over, I'm enjoying this so much.
He will be fortunate to get through this with only a crutch.

The razor blades are used and oh so rusted;
by addicts, by whores and now pleasantly on him.
Criss-crossing his flesh, careful do not get a vein busted;
Or my cruel plan would surely need to be adjusted.

Pleasure is pain and his pain is my pleasure;
A nail-file, a screwdriver protrudes from his shaft.
I could do this whole day, whole night at my leisure
But oh my hat, he's having a seizure!

What if my victim dares to die in pain?
Certainly it'll be poetic injustice;
For my torturous intention all to be in vain!
Could this drive a sane mind insane?