I Imagine It

There is nothing sweet about the thin line my mind escapes to when he is the thought that overtakes my woken dreams.
Your name calls my body to submit to the anguish that stems from your staggered and panting breath in the darkness that dwells behind me rising and falling on the back of my neck.
The language of being the release for which I pleaded, unledgiable to any that may lurk to watch my life from the dead ashes of hell's bed.
Rope lays loosely around my neck, knowing only one of us had the power to tighten its hold in a moment, an instance was exhilarating, and I ached for its burn to wrap the breath captive in my chest.
The perky contours of my breast stood erect beneath the frigid metal of the chains they bore.
I imagine you lusting for this scene when our moment is gone and the rise of power clenching tightly beyond your waist and my cunt soaks in remembrance of things I dream happening.

My shadowy Fallen God has the kiss of relinquishing my undying thirst for pain in pleasures holds.
He pulls my golden strands back so he may enter my mind with starving emerald eyes.
His kiss pierces my all ready pausing breath to give me the lingering taste of blood and tears that he so eagerly feeds.
That kiss examines every inch of my body leaving it frail and bruised... the way I wanted...the way he likes it... no rush can come when the goal is ultimate pain entangling pleasure.
His purpose was and is to capture my every scream in his ears as I choke and he rams the rod of restlessness into my seeps.

I imagine it hurts....but why stop a pain before it ends? The rope tightens My throat trapping the blood and air in my lungs and he gives me more then enough to warrant screams, gentle is a name He knows and ignores and my body will lay limp in appreciation of the work of art my body becomes when given to his hand when I struggle for breath when his pain has been given to limits.

I imagine it is intoxicating, the taste of him in my mouth as he thrusts deeper and deeper and I suck him dry...every single drop....
My woken dreams leave me breathless...wanting to create what my body so obviously needs, the beautiful in the not so lovely fine line... The hot and the bound, raw delight of allowing him what ever he so chooses.