Deep in the bowels
of his fornication's nest
bounded within the perils of
cuffs leashes chains
is where he covets me
with an endless joy
of pain
thrusting the pro-sexual of my strength
to the brink of submissive insanity;
 
lips splayed
mouth stretched
throat gagged
from the stiff
of his colossal prick
siphoning cum
from the kingdom of his cum
beneath
six floggings,
six canings,
six whippings,
is where evil becomes him;
 
he steers the aluminum
of a barbed wire thong
over my thrashed hips
rings the blood drops from my hair
having had his sadistic thrill of me
and his masochistic fill from me
the angelic sound
of his ruthlessly bound machete
slithers delicately from beyond its leather sheath
a softened metal hiss
thrust mutely into the abyss
of my darkened crimson kiss
transcends me into a psychological portrait
of erotic disturbance bliss;
 
he displays
the blood stained
machete
proudly on his office desk