Sex in Hell

i love hell
i mean
i must

pain excites me
there's lots of it in hell
come on down

and so i do

questioning why i'm there
when emotional pain 
is the last thing i need

but 

sex in hell

is darker

deeper

scarier

purest velvet black
so soft to get lost in
indigo blue
darkest crimson red

sex in hell is knowing he could kill you
but never would
sex in hell
is heavenly that way
sex in heaven
is scary
the devils aren't honest

sex in hell
is by invitation only
there's a consent form
communication
good judgement
yeah
all that boring stuff

don't leave home without it

sex in hell
has no kissing
no pretenses of love
no complaining
you consented
remember

sex in hell
sometimes feels like heaven

those moments when he binds your hands and feet
gently
those moments when he whispers 
a quiet obscentiy
his breath on your neck
before flailing you
with his latest whip
those moments when he knows to stop
before you cry red
those moments when he hugs you
after the pain's been intense
and then hurts you again
even more

sex in hell
sometimes feels like hell
mainly
during the long drive home

alone