slowly

studded straps around my wrists
pulled tighter
tearing the soft flesh

droplets stain the already crimson sheets

writhing
anticipation with each breath
possibilities infinite

smiling at me
canine blades
beautiful blue iris's
graze my skin

shadows arise
from the corner behind
the master of this game

gathering around my wet
nakedness
standing in awe
my heart pounds within my chest

not knowing what happens next
struggling against being bound
laughter rising to the roof above me
at the pithiness they see below

chanting an incantation
praying to be rescued

summoning the strength within me
to believe that I am not there
knowing that I am
closing my eyes to not be witness
to this

one astride top
the others to the side

ripping through tender skin
feeling the extension of themselves
inside and out of myself

not wanting to believe
what was happening
around me and within
the pleasure drifting through me
as one after the other spend themselves

tired and worn
I feel movement aside
then warmth on my lips

racing my tongue across
drinking what was given
quid pro quo
but in for fact
a game

09/23/2001

Posted on 09/23/2001
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