Hell

 
 
I find my slice of what heaven might be when wrapped in him.
The soft tune of the secrets he exposes between my legs while we allow our imperfections reign havoc in the sheets, while he raises hell from my body turn the heads of the shadows that follow our rhythm.
Mind you my body isn't the only thing he has control of he twirls my knowledge as he grasps my hair pulling my neck back exposing my soul for him to feed.
His bite along the Nape of my screams sends a rush of death to what remained of my innocence.
Hell shows no mercy on the inner thighs holding the taste of my longings for something unexplained.We need no definition, no explanation...
My claws cling to his skin holding to him so that I may live through him while my body becomes his.
Soaked in the yearning for lashing whipping my insides, the tongue that knows so many languages, speaks in a voice of my warden...I be his willing prisoner, for torture is the purpose and I love to give him what he wants.
Hes been waiting for this, the day I allowed him to rule the world as he lavished my body in the cold heat that seemed to burn our pain to shreds.
Our scars became eachother's scars a tattoo to mark what belonged where.  
The more he let me have...the more I wanted but he wasn't rushing, assuring he left his name in permanent ink in every inch of me testing the extent of my patience, wanting me on my knees, wanting me to beg...
I can still feel him as I lay here waiting his return in the morning, I kissed him goodnight, the others never do, so he comes to me to entangle his tongue...to press his lips...to pay tribute to the legs that lead to his heaven, to have it the way he longs... puts my body through hell.
Hell is my heaven and I love...want...what he wants!