Masochistic Angel

 I lounge on an amber rug,
spreading my bruised wings,
as she lingers around my scent,
like a seductive candle.

Dainty lips peck at
my lustrous insecurities.

on my knees pledging
my allegiance to her aura.

A celestial collar governs
my neck, paying tribute
with my body, to atone for
my disobedience.

She grabs a flogger,
then whips the innocence
out of me effortlessly.

Grabbing my damaged lips,
with her slender pale hands.
Fondling them so meticulously.

She whispers into my ear,
"You're my minion of elation."

Chills drip down my spine,
as her words escape my core.

I start to shake,
as she cracks another
whip at my co-dependent confidence.

Her smile is like venom that I'd
easily drink over and over again,
until I overdose on her seductive pain.