Meet Me

Meet me at the mortuary
mausoleum will do.
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 you're  throbbing
 
Leaves scrape their way  
 into the mausoleum  
preceded  
by a cold wind  
Icy fingers release my pink  
 as you disappear into the
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 thick nipples
 
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 you wet from countless
dripping cunts you  have i
mpaled  
 
You use me
Slamming  me onto your
electric tool  
juice floods down your
legs,  merciless was your
 grin,as you step  out
 
Lifting  me higher,  guiding
hands to the wrought iron
 chandelier.
Perverted laughter  from deep  in
your gut escapes,   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   balls deep
moving me as my momentum
increases  harder each time  
Hypnotized by the sounds of
wet and smash  
I take all of you,
then repeat,
repeat