Once though of as cotton

shaded shadows seeped,
through tinted meadows,
plushly filled with its downy feather's,
the grass of this meadow glowed crimson;
in silks of bloodshed.

open window, & open door,
left alone, cracked and blatantly parted...
in invitation as prettily packaged,
as a letter wrapped with,
a pink-proper ribbon.

wood and glass played their mimickry,
plump thighs, should have splintered apart,
but instead just felt the need to writhe.
baby girl voice, lisping and doll-like,
hushed into throaty moans,
sun kissed child, dew dipped fingers in the dark,
& she was a woman, with the click of the light;
turned out.

petal soft and rice paper pale,
angel kissed with freckles and often left blemished,
young and cherry cheeked, with a ripe red blush,
spilled her youth on cotton sheets,
taught the lesson well, with the ruler,
not to rap against the knuckles,
but to cling to willing flesh.

lesson stained her sunset bright,
thighs, finger's and the straining...
incision, so like the cut of a blade.
masochist, never in her life,
untill the thrust of his..
against her's, and she was screaming,
for him to hurt her more.

cotton turned to silk,
ivory clashed untill it spun into ruby,
pass over the pure to hide the self imposed shame,
not enough removal, to take the taint away,
hide in plain sight, the craving's, the need's,
and the sound of your pleading..
sweet to his ears, and to your own,
a memory haunts that crevice; where,
pleasure and nimble fingers dwell,
hot and slick, a chamber he unlocked,
untouched but for once.

unwrap the invitation, hot pink,
and unfolding..
the ribbon binds itself around, capture with it,
your throat, choke collar tight,
tug on the bow.

letter by letter, touch by touch,
breath straining against the self imposed hold,
no longer their to imprison,
your remembering, with whimpers haunted,
with flesh agleam in sweat,
droplets sparkle and roll, splashing against,
bud tight roses, aching for the thorns,
fangs and thorn's, teeth and this ever-lasting ache.

bondage falls away, master lost his hold,
slave forgot to remember the ache of him holding her throat,
taste the self excretion,
salty and wet, splashing and hot,
dripping in a subtle reminder of;
his possesion in a wave..
a wave of dismissal, a wave of goodbye,
a wave of oceanic waves, with its salted,
expression of sinking into crevice's,
and leaving the rock eroded.

just once, tender and untouched,
just once, left unbalanced and white hot,
little death never came,
just the release, but she died when,
she was turned away,
the game already won,
the prey having lost her dove pale wings,
tattered and spinning, inside her head,
on sheets of crimson,
once thought of as cotton.