Pleasure Hurts

He gave me a crash course on my own body, awakening every hidden crevice that would send me to life shuttering, attempting to pull away while he holds me in place.
No allowance of running away from the madness that I allowed to unlock my box of secrets.
I was willing, he was eager, I wasn't prepared for the friction that turned our two flickers of passionate to a masterpiece that would remain behind closed doors.
Their was not enough of me to curve his thirsty tongue, yet he fed none the less and I moaned in the light of him hoping he would stop or not...my body both wanted more and had had enough.
I was drunk on the bourbon that seeped from his lips to mine and wasted on the only drug worth the addiction.
Ache laid ever present in every mile of my endurance, the first to feed and tire the beast of all hunger and he was determined to assure that i laid in pain sore in the most wonderful ways. I was amazed to say the least, and though my body screamed in pain I didn't want him to stop or leave from me.
He felt like hell or heaven depending on my perception, maybe hell is close to heaven when I'm alone with him.
He left me raw, unable to move from soaked sheets, bruised with the feel of the lack of sympathy he showed long after I had begun to ache. And I laid in pain...falling to hell to sleep the soundest sleep my mind had ever seen, with whiskey licked kisses lingering on my skin.