Black Honey

The lights are out
Her only source of illumination
A black candle
As her hands work deftly
Securing the rope that
Bids me to rise
But refuses to let me
She smiles widely
Knowing I am gone
To all the world but her
I know it too
And why would I resist?
She knows my helplessness
And relishes it
As she completes her binding
She exits the room
Returning with the blade from a razor
The outline of which
I saw for a moment
Before the candle went out.
She was silent.
Her breath
My breath
Expectant
Excited
Afraid
I hear nothing for the longest time
But for my breath.
The ice cold edge is cutting
Into the the top of my breast
The pain consumes when
She draws hers tongue along the wound
Driving me up the wall
Intense
Delicious
Exquisite pain.
Arching my back
As she indulges in me.
The pink petals pulse
Rest for a moment
And she won’t stop.
She CAN’T stop.
And I’m never going
To stop letting her.
The black honey of your depravity
Will never let me go.
Never.