Madness

Shall I be your end,

a thought that runs its course.

or shall I make us the beginning.

Will you be my victim,

my cherished prize.

Or will you enter into a world

created by obsession.

A world of pure madness....

or madness that has created this world.

Will you lust for me,

desire me.

Hurt me.

Shall I be your Angel,

with a tender touch and loving caress...

will you accept me.

Allow me to travel down

the unseen path of purity.

Will you lust for the desire.

Obsess over the possibilities.

Will you find us a whore....

to cherish.

Dress her like a doll.

Lust for her.

Shall I show her the attention you want.

Tease you.

Please her

while you watch me

with your eyes

fixated upon the purity

of madness.

Will you stare

into her eyes

as the cord

tightens.

Shall I stare into yours

as the thrill

quickens your heart,

arouses you.

Will you desire me,

please me.

Taunt me

for having her.

Will you leave

a rose

on her chest..

an offering of love....

remorse....

madness...