Fallen Angel

She let me possess her in a cavern of perversion,
dripping with the moisture of sin.
Wrapped in cold iron chains.
Tethered like a dog to a column of limestone.

Her body was soiled with the stains of depravity;
left to coagulate on her soft, pearly white skin.
I approached her from the shadows, like a demon
from the labyrinthian depths of Tartarus.

Grabbing her by the neck with my thick, dirty hands.
Tightening my grip, slowly like a tourniquet, as her eyes
bulged with lust, gasping for breath. I bit hard on her lip,
drawing a sweet, coppery taste of blood on my tongue.  

Then I gagged her with a rag soaked in urine and lashed
her derriere with a horsewhip until she was striped like
a zebra. She looked like a disheveled doll, so I bathed her
In a turquoise pool to soothe the pain, before resuming.

I pushed her to taste the most unspeakable desires.
Reaming every orifice with all manner of things. Soiling
her mouth with bodily secretions, smearing her in filth.
Only then did I relent. Returning to the shadows.