HW Love

 
Hurt me.
Strike this heart with your pleasured pain.
Afflicted sans malice or curse,
but in our perverse syncopatic harmony.

Burn me.
In a blaze of lascivious vignettes.
Quenching the flames just as I am consumed.
And, with lust's creamy balm, dress my wounds.

Spurn me.
Refuse the feast of your garden's sacred harvest.
A denial borne not of stored hate nor selfish rage,
but strange gift for my unholy adoration of you.
Reserving still for me thy bounty's sweet best.

Return to me.
With perfumed lace stained by melded flow.
Petals engorged, ravaged; tenderly savaged.  
Descended from the tabernacle of the debauched.
Adorned in a lover's glistening mark.  
Upon my attention, softened and spread.
Penetrate passion's deep, dark depths.

Love me.