Slave

This is by no means romantic poetry, yet it is in its own way erotic, and perhaps a bit sci-fi?

Slower, even slower now
You move closer to me
Restrained, I have no chance of escape
I feel your hot breath on my neck
Goose flesh ripples across my body
I know what is to come
Touching me with your cold hands
Caressing my intimacy like razors
Teeth invading my privacy
Your clammy skin against mine
Pleasure of the most unnatural kind
Makes me nauseous and fervent
Pain as you enter into my warmth
So much pain I scream
And you laugh as you thrust deeper
I push up against you trying to dislodge you
But the pleasure is even more intense
Your eel-like skin repulses me
I wish you would not touch me
But I do not want for you to stop
Deeper, your sex penetrates me
Filling me with vicious cold
I shiver in expectation of your insatiable appetite
Ruining me with your lecherous desires
Breaking the threshold of pain
Slave to your inexplicable eroticism
I reach a plateau of infinite pruriency
Exploding in my brain like a cancerous bomb
Ecstasy, silence, blackness, Death
I can't wait to do it again