St. Valentine ~

the author of all her pain
word's that burned scaring
her on the inside & yet she
wanted it
allowing her to pick his
weapon the next device
of punishment

she fingers the chains that
hang from the ceiling &
steps into the floor cuffs
his word's full of
danger
creep from her neck down
her spine & pulse between
her spread thighs

facing her she sees more
beast then man in that
moment & lowers her
head
she was his piece of meat
in his dark privacy
he was her love
her valentine