Bruised

Gently he hit me,
My skin had to fit the color of his mood,
I kissed his knuckles as he again hit me,
Breaking my delicate ribs like twigs,

I shed no tears,
Every hit felt like a butterfly,
Fluttering around my body then under my skin,
A passion for pain grew inside my intricate mind,

I begged for more as I bled internally,
Numbness was all that was there,

He pulled out a whip,
I smirked as he whipped the floor,
It gave me goosebumps,
He finally whipped me,
I moaned loudly as he did it again,
My body vibrated with excitement,

He whipped my naked body,
I cried out to the moon in bliss,
Each strike rattled my bones,
Blood leaked from broken wounds,
He dare stopped,
'More' I demanded,

He kissed my stomach then in between my thighs,
I liked it but my desire for pain was unbearable,
I knee'd him,
He angrily held his chest,
I laughed as I was reunited with the whip again,

Slowly I lost vision,
My body became tender,
He then entered me,
I kissed his soft pink pillows,
He was so manly,
Big dick, built, sweaty, tattoos, and hairy,
I ejaculated before him,

Dripping with a delusion of reality,
He pulled out and fed me his cum,
I took it like shots of vodka,
Each caused me to become drunk in love,
Forcefully he entered me again,
Wanting to fill both my holes,

After hours of endless moaning, cumming, scratching, and biting,
He fell on top of me,
He was completely dry,
But I was dripping wet,
His hot sweaty body peeled off my delicate sweaty figure,
He pulled his cock from my pink meat eater,

A river of cum flowed out,
He met my tunnel with his mouth,
I held his head as he drunk his own cum from my body,
I moaned as he bit me in places,
His tongue spoke a sacred language,

Finally the fun ended as the moon fell,
We slept quietly,
His body against mine,
The smell of sex attractted others who laid with us,
Naked bodies spooning and moving,
We, children of the moon, slept peacefully.