Heaven Sent

She became my little tortured plaything,
Once, she lived by the word in the book.
But she soon forgot just what I took.
     “Do you trip happily on the poison?
     Did you take pleasure in the sting?”

I had raped her faith upon the gate
That led to the late hour wraith
Upon the mirror plate

Sugar sweetened emerald glasses
Lowered her to my sweet seductions.
No ambitions and she gave me suction.
     “My little plaything, when did you
     Realize you couldn’t resist my passes?”

Afterwards, she was spent with laments
That were rent during torments
That were Heaven sent.

Then soon,
After her swoon,
She would take
A razor to her skin,
Marring her white
Skin perfection.
And I learned
That I burned
When she was
At her weakest
And in such bleakness.

I am really
Just so foul
Of a person
With my tastes
In cruelty, divine?
But I will take her
Whenever, she’s mine!
Blood stains crystal
Upon her fair wrist.
Without a care
I could not resist
The beauty red bloom
That grays her skin
And brings her doom.
I will give her my love
Of pearly white cream
Across her flesh
And in her seams.
And after the screams
And whimpered moans,
Those sweet erotic tones,
I’ll take her away
Into another dream.

Even now I catch a whiff in the air,
Her fragrance flooded over me,
Leaving me hard with pressing need.
     “My love, you will never leave me
     As I keep you locked under the stairs.”

I still hear the moans and groans
Of delicious tones leaving me prone,
Giddy, in my home of bones.