You are so sweet, he whispers

Tasting my lips

Kissing my closed eyes

Making me his.

His skin is so soft

And revealed to me

I am encouraged to touch

To claim, to taste.

You are so sweet, he moans

Touching me more

So gentle and beautiful

So tender and wild.

And swallowing my sigh

My need is so great

His smile so soft

Helpless and willing, prepared but afraid.

What I've dreamed of so long

Coming to life

Sweet and gentle

His smile, so light.

The pain when he enters me

Forces open my eyes

Searing white pain

Soft words, no longer tender.

His grin is feral

Eyes lidded with lust

Tightening the chains that bind me

That force me to be his.

In, out, neverending

Swallowing my screams

His sigh is hurtful

You are so sweet.

Again, again

Harder

Faster

Pain. Release.

The tenderness when he comes

And lets me free

Is fake, and frightening

Whispers, you are so sweet.

It was his tenderness I dreamed of

His harm I received

I can see my own blood

As he dresses and leaves.

Alone at last

I try to recede

Into that dream of tenderness

What twisted irony.

The price of wanting danger

So dirty, unclean

Is that I belong to him

While he takes advantage of me.

Author's Notes: I adore constructive criticism, and take it to heart, but pointless flames are used to light my proverbial cigarettes. I know that my feeble writing is a plague to the world of poetry; thank you very much. I hope that you enjoyed. If not, I apologize for wasting half a minute of your life.

Love and angst,
Vivica