Meet me in the Mausoleum

Meet me at the mortuary
mausoleum sounds fine  
I will be waiting, on the cold  
 slab of concrete with it's spotted  
black mold.  
 
Spread me wide,  rip me apart  
See drops of tiny rubies,  
 decorate my flesh  
Slash me open,  with  
your sharpened  
 tool  
Panties,  stuffed in my mouth  
unable to gag.  
 
Ribbons un weaved taken from  
my knotted hair  
Re weaved tightly binding my  
wrists  
 
I need to touch you  
 
Scratch my impression into  
your lovely dark skin  
Tiny bumps of anticipation rise  
to meet my toes still freed  
 
Cock between the soles  
of my feet complies  
with swift motion  
Liquid molten appears on  
your tip  
 
Saliva soaked panties fall  
 from my mouth replaced  
with your  
throbbing dick  
 
Leaves scrape their way  
 into the mausoleum  
preceded  
by a cold wind  
Icy fingers release my pink  
 as you disappear into the dark  
dark landscape
 
I wait,
Yearning for your serrated
 touch  
I feel you, slice into me with
your hot breath,  
your presence sucks, bites down
on my thick nipple.  
 
I see you,  
You appear behind a veil  
eyes like razors  
Cutting through revealing  
layers of dark thoughts  
beneath even darker ones
 
Against the walls made of dirty
 cinder blocks you pin me, lifting
 me up,  to lower me onto your
wet prick,   wet from countless
dripping cunts you  have impaled  
 
You use me
Slamming  my box onto your electric
 tool  
My juice floods down your legs,
 as you pump me,
 merciless was your grin,
as you step  out of the puddle  
 
Lifting  me higher,  you guide my
hands to the wrought iron chandelier. Perverted laughter from deep down in your gut escapes,  you as you release your hold on me,
 cinching cords to my wrists, I am fastened my ankles barely reaching
 your shoulders  
 
 I hang  
 
you enter me full thrust,  balls deep moving me as my momentum
fucks you back harder each time  
Hypnotized by the sounds of wet and smash  
I take all of you,then repeat, repeat, repeat