Guns and Glory

A touch cold as death
Trailing goosebumps across burning flesh
Tucking cold metal
Into soaked lace lingerie

Calloused fingers stroke down my arm
Soothingly as a blindfold at a guillotine
But beneath my skin
A heated rush surges through
Adrenaline intoxicated blood
With every touch my heart contracts
And plummets into center stage of hell

Wild eyed amazement
At this revelation
That I am death's whore
Contested for
By the devil
That I see in these masked figures

Guns blazing
Cocks ready and throbbing
The glow of a happy harlot
Face to face with cold hearted lust
And a choice—
To be ravaged and used
Or die trying






*critique welcomed...*