Dope Sex

I already miss the burn
Straight shot to the head
Dripping in my throat
Lines off your cock
Before I shove it back
Without gagging
Because my reflex is numb.

I miss the feel of your hands
Clenched around my throat
As you tell me I'm a good little whore
Sweet safety in your arms
A show put on
While both our demons growl
Salivating at the display
Of carnage.
 
I don't recognize myself anymore
Don't recognize my best qualities
And wonder if I ever truly had any.

Too early on I became addicted
To the simple yet poignant feeling
Of my heart plummeting to the bottom
And shattering against the blackness.