thrusting me into a different time and space.
A place of delicate delirium,
blanketed in perverted proclivities,
where nothing else exists but He.
A setting of serene sacrificial servitude,
where my one purpose, is his bliss.
A world of slaughterous promises,
prettily packaged as tenderly love.
A domain where neck and hand prove exhaustedly inseparable,
where oxygen is but secondary to desire.
A realm where my pain is his lustful compulsion,
and I, the merry masochistic enabler.
A land of merciless messy madness,
where his deranged sentiments,
tuck me in to sleep at night.