Confessions of a masochist

she came to me one day
the bitch
beautiful like a girls choir
singing Latina L'Amour
moving her bottom
like a metronome

her breasts a cascade of kindness
that brake the hearts of men
they die
for those
blouse muffins
her smooth legs and feet
made for sex art
lickity splits and erotic contortions
while her legs and feet  tell you
what heaven would be like
hips that sway  traffic
causing pile ups
and fender benders
and make good boys
hopeful about being chosen
perhaps anointed
and judged worthy
but alas  
turn good boys into
chronic masturbate-rs
in dim midnight closets
or trolling sex criminals

at the very sight of her
my soul buckled
i wanted her
like darkness
needs a lantern
like blood
needs cells

she looked at me
languishing with tenderness
and murder in her eyes
it would make my cunt wet to hurt you
she said with a soft tremor
ill suck yours for hours
tongue toy
losange
gullets prey
girl food

will you earn your suffering
adore my goddess ass
and lick it spic and span
kiss my beautiful feet
with tender devotion
pray for cruel cunts abuse
be consumed
by pussies jaws
thrill me
love me
flood me
with blood
and scum
die for me
my love

as i looked into
her hollowed
desperate soul
so eager
and felt deeply her need
and loved her to tears
to broken hearts mend

to struggle with
the dark angel
unrequited love
to expunge
years of vacant stares
of nameless women
and empty beds
to forget foreboding
bath cabinets bereft
of girly things
like
lolly pop pink lipstick
cherry sherbet nail polish
lacquered hardened coats  
aerated perfumed clouds
of vanilla candies
and fashionable
demonic party masks
over black brooding mascara
on almond eyes
hiding hot embers
cool and blink-less

while wrenched obsessive
for the feminine
that drag my soul
through long coffin
hollow gullies
that drive me
to invocations
of Hecate
sacrificial blood rituals
voodoo trances
god forms
and black art astrologers
who have the power
to move planets
through space
and change fates

oh so wrong
yet i must
for loves sake
say yes to her
yes to her for pleasures sake
even if in the end
i am left to moan
to howl at a blood moon
with in the confines
of her dark edged
appetite
ascending in sin
as she fuckes me
like she hates me

yes my beloved
to vanquish numbness

she consoles
your willingness  
excites
i felt her adoration

be brave for me
she murmured
sadists are cowards
teach me surrender
you are glorious
in my clutches

i made my self ready
positioned my self
as per her instructions
face down
legs apart
on a bed of nails
happy in my pit
as she played
a whole lotta love
by led zeppelin
blood swollen cock
oozy
for her tender kisses
and brutal schemes

the masochists tao

to denigrate oneself
to kiss your goddess feet
to lick your perfect anus
to adore your prim rose cunt
to taste your lips of fire
to tangle in your silky locks
to see your eyes a blaze
to drink your saliva nectar
to eat your crumbs
to lick your ass clean
to be beaten
to your satisfaction
to drown in your breasts
to hold you close
to take pleasure
in your cruelty
heaped upon me
to suffer for your delight
to be
the sacrificial lamb
to be a victim
in an erotic dream
with jaws and teeth

she took me inside
smiled  like a feral
lust twisted child
took out a
scalped handled knife
brushed it across
my tummy and balls
terror brewed
excitement struck
my cock got so hard
she grinned
and salivated
like a Satanic Cheshire
in bloom

she devoured cocks warm butter
as it poured in waves
into her black lipsticked
pink wet mouth temple

oh she said
i like it a lot
do you mind a small incision
my darling

mommy needs
a little taste of hell

her face shape shifted
into a warbled shadow
as she licked her lips
and tickled
her clitoris
with gooed fingers

cut me i implore
im in the mood
you sweet savage

she opened me slow
o o o o ooow
ooh the sting
don't stop i begged
loving her
voluptuous greed
as she covered me
with heavens kisses
eyes desperate
devouring
drenched through vagina
and bestowed
upon me
eager  licks
that swoon
and savage wounds

she took charge
with curvilinear cutlery
she gave it to me hard
oooofff
then good again
aaahhh
then deep and threw
like a spoon through Crisco
a surgeon from hell house
oh so fun she said
she licked my dick
fingered my ass
sucked my balls
frenetic
then stuck me with a fork
giggling
not done yet she mused
and then
required of me
that my tongue
obediently pay homage
to her naked mouth anus

i was the pig for slaughter
needles and knives
burned nipples
bruised cock
a bleeding torn
pin cushion
eyes teared
back arched
torso writhing
cherry cheeks
blood gusher
her nipples
and belly butt
soaked in my blood
commanded me to lick
my own pools
of red plush
for her amusement

a couple at play
in Satan's temple of lust
her face turned to mischief
in a demons trance
her soul
like hyenas
and clawed weasels
all trapped villeins

im done fuckin around
with you she quipped
her cunt on fire
like a burning house
she plunged a blade deep in my gut
her eyes wide and glaring
like blazing head lights
possessed by hell bats

oh my goddess
for you
over the summit
as i shuddered
arching in torment
curling into a ball
squirming
like a severed worm

her face contorted
with horrors fun
her twat pored forth
tremulous quivers
and hells
brimstone gasms
ecstatic

oh she drank my blood
sucked my cock
with kaleidoscopic tongue
like a devils bride banshee
licked my ass clean
filthy bitch
defaced me with a drooling cunt
and brooding anus
strangled me with nylons
until my lips ran numb
until my tongue dragged
like a corpse in a car wreck
she  whimpered and cooed
suffocated me with her cunt ass

stepped on my face
with feet i adore
chewed off my balls
a black mambas kisses
filled my mouth
with hot rocks
that melted my skull
oh cry to heaven
wheres Jesus
as i scummed
up-leaping

the  last words
i ever heard
omg you sure to kick a lot
im cu cu cu cu cu cu cumming
for you blood boy
dead dead dead
floppy floppy head
cock like cherry pie

This poem is about: 
Me
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