Sei mia

 
I want your submission
touching my criminalisation,
breaking my dissertation
and soothing my prescription. I want your wrists

kissed by my lips
and fulfilled in temptation
yet bound in redemption.
Weak master, beg for redemption. It'll make you stronger.

Understand? I want your thighs thick below mine,
endearing and pummelling where no other has cared
until we're whispering our foreign tongues.
Only here will we bow to all that is wrong.

You may keep your faith.
I need merely to be lied to,
to feel all that causes disgust
when I own your body and your lust
 
and your eyes and your fantasma
in this dark play until you cannot breathe
until you are my veleno and I can take it all - until
you can confess you are mine and you, only you, are my lifeline...



but you think,


"You're too special,

don't you?"