Are they broken thus who love You best
Harried by You into minionhood
Hurts that You bestow upon the besotted wretch
That You might fasten lasting bonds
To fasten tight the balls and cock
You confiscate the will of men You kiss
Would it were Your lips that kissed
But by boot and hair in Your fist
Is Your fury and rule distilled
That You as Kali’s daughter know power
And dance upon the world
As on my back Your peerless Beauty rides
The slave labours to build Your altar.
Skin as delicate as satin. Warm and smooth. Slick with sweat. A blank canvas ready for colour.
Muscles bulge and strain against the bonds. But you will not be going anywhere. Even if leather and steel were to fail; I would not.
The scent; A drug. Hot and begging. Speaking volumes without saying anything. A taste of divine emotion and base instinct.
Haggard breaths. A pulse of discordant melodies. The drum beat echos in my ears so sweetly.
You wait in anticipation for that touch. My touch. A caress to put the devil to shame. A rapture stronger than ecstasy.
A gentle raking of the skin to begin, but intensity will increase. Talons poising to maul.
Then pointed teeth pressing into exposed flesh. A bite sharper than a thousand blades.
By tooth and by claw, blood will flow. The hunger must be sated.
For despite casual appearance; I am built to savage.
And everything I touch turns to red.
Velvet Thoughts by Aemilia Hawk 