pocketed

you did it
you put me in that place
and kept me there
naked to your shadow
nude to your intent
to make me suffer
exposed
silenced
except moans of anguish
mixed with slutfilled mush
melodramatic tartar
amusing you
offering a fragrant sonic aphrodisiac
its cobra dance making you wet with power
how your eyes mesmerize
and drench me in my torment
raw vulnerable meat
for you to toss around in mid air with your feline claws
till i wear out
and spasm
and kneel helplessly for your mercy
which you pocket in your purse  
and walk away...with such grace