Tied up in nylon ropes, frayed at the ends
The weary leather belt touches my thigh
Memories of pain numb my mind
I gasp, waiting, splayed across the bed
like a canvas, untouched, blank.
The smoke from your cigarettes
Sinks the room in a blanket of haziness
Your eyes meet mine and I almost smile,
Instead, I blush the colour of the pink lingerie
Flung across the room,
Mocking my nakedness from afar.
Your fingers torment my flesh,
Like a sculptor upon a lump of clay,
Moulding me into shapes,
that perfectly fit the hollows of your hand.
Your teeth sink into my flesh,
Marking bloody patterns on my neck.
A whimper escapes my lips,
only to be silenced, by your fingertips.
The belt cracks through the air,
I wait for the sting that never comes,
Instead, you fill me up, like a vessel left out in rain,