The sceaming slave

The ropes are like a lovers embrace soft and loving they hold me tight

You toy with me,

And you know my body is yours

The ropes cut into my flesh;

Biting making me feel

As you stand over me

Your eyes devouring my body

Examining your handy work.

I wait, wait, wait

And wait moment’s pass

I feel like im going to scream

If you don’t touch me

Im better then that and I know I wont.

This is freedom

From the pain of life

You bring me to a new world

The world that haunts my dreams

Sweet serenity

I feel the kiss

Of the crop my lover

I moan as it kisses

My flesh stinging

I look up at you but your heart is gone

Some where far away with her

I whimper calling you to me

But im not her

I scream

And I hate you

For not loving me

For thinking of her when I give myself to you

I feel the gag and I swallow my spit

Tears falling

The ropes tighten and I cant breath…