province of darkness

 sex is a beautiful and glorious thing,
the wonder of it bathed in the blessed, sanctified
light of the heavens. angels sing rhapsodies as they
smile upon pristine lovers engaging in their sensual
miracle, and afterwards glow in their own radiance.
sex is the brightest star…

…but not my sex.

my sex was made for the darkness,
as I enter my chamber of exquisite torment with my
willing (sub)Miss, a woman who knows that her ass
was made to be spanked, and begs to feel the whip’s
sting. to hear the merciless cane singing as it slashes
the air, and bites like a rabid ferret into her tender,
scarlet flesh.

she is kin to the cuffs and the chains that caress her,
the course, scabbing ropes that bind her to my depravity.
she floats in amrita as she surrenders to my wolfen hunger,
my mouth upon swollen tips that rise from punishable
breasts, my hands, and thereafter my inquisitive dragon,
invading the absolute woman of her.

her screams destroy the shaded glass of silence.
her pit of passion runs like a silver stream…


my sex was made for the darkness,

but leave a small light on –
I want to watch you tremble.