Mistress

I care for another
you have another
yet here we lay wrapped
in each others selfish needs
not asking
only taking
whatever we please
The gifts you have given me twist around my neck
with each position we try
choking me
reminding me this is not right
the scrape of your teeth against my skin
make me loose track of my thoughts
I can only focus on your touch
the sound of our flesh meeting
I want to run my hands down your back
and look at your face as you love me
but like the whore that I am
I convince myself its better this way
face down, hands tied
my screams are muffled by the pillow you placed
beneath my head
biting down I push back
wanting to feel more than your hands
wanting to feel if its possible your heart
instead all I hear is your throaty grunts
and the squeak of the bed as it slides against the floor
from your quick thrusting
blocking the tears behind my lids
I spread my legs wider
trying to feel what I used to
instead of feeling so...used
His rings bite into my skin
as I feel his fingers wrap around my hips
I know he will leave marks
prints of our sins on my skin he always does
loving the pain the pleasure of it all
I lift my head and  
I let my throaty scream echo around the room  
as I find my own release
I go slack from exhaustion
letting him pump once, twice, thrice, before
I feel his sticky poison trail down my inner thighs
I wait for his embrace
for his sweet words
to convince me this time it
was alright
but they never come
slipping on my clothes
I make my escape
telling myself next time I wont give in
before I reach the door the loud sound of cracking glass
beneath my foot registers in my ears
yet as I look down I feel no pain
the only evidence of my hate is the thick blood
that runs down the picture of his wife's trophy face