You can slice my skin open and I won't say a word. Tear me apart, rip the skin away and see me bleed on this page.
This page is yours, so this isn't a problem. I know that I belong to you, and this skin isn't mine. You sanction when you please.
Sadistic traits aren't what I see. You're a beautiful person who does inexplicable things, but I know you love me. I think.
My skin is sore at the seams you tore, but I tolerate the pain because I want you. There's no choice but to continue because I consented to this insanity.
Paralysis. You paralyse every single inch of this body when I experience your touch. It's a painful, suffocating kiss.
But even as I want to breathe, I never want to lose you. Sweet sadist, I love you to a point where I cannot let go. I know you love me, I promise.
You could pursue necrolagnia and I would let you love my body to your insanitary soul's content.
Sweet sadist, your passtime is a bane to me but I sincerely appreciate your love. I love that you love this, I love you too well.
© Sincerely, ♡ - January 2023
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My Guts Create A Tapestry - Poetry
PoetryThis poetry is strictly copyright, it's all written by me. These poems tend to be written sweetly so you could be reading the most gorey poem and it'd be like it's romantacised. I don't try to romantacise them, it's the way I write. You'll possibly...
