Sir

Carnal desires
drip from carmine lips -
White ambrosia forever lost.

Unable to distance myself from the truth -
I am your whore,
I finally swallow.

Subjected to your pleasures,
a delicious form of pain
Degradation abounds,
leaving me defenseless,
hungry,
and begging for more.

Gaining momentum
again,
filling every orifice you find
urging me further than ever before
into your deliciously torturous world.
I follow you blindly.

Reeling from the pain,
the pleasure,
from you,
I fall to my knees willingly
Worshipping my false god.

Briefly I wonder when everything changed.
When did I lose my sense of self,
my dignity,
my freedom?
The thoughts are quickly suppressed,
completely forgotten,
as you begin to flay my flesh.


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