Flaming Kisses

Sweat, beading on my body ,

Forming heavy chains out of perls.

...Schhhsssp-!

The texture of Hands- No-Cloth-slide away from my burning body, down my bruised shoulders , sliping away like the leash , a whip. Power. Possession . Dominance.

But not for long.

I fall against the cold , ruffled and torn sheets , the touch of fabric reminding me already of things that I never talk about .

I was touched

Heat
Impossible to ignore , burning my skin and my flesh in the process.

Burned.
Claimed by the only person , were my pride crumbles apart.

Now cooling

Left.
Trained.

I exhale , weakly.

Releasing the breath I have been holding since those lips touched my skin , so lightly , softly.

But teeth and tounge bruised it ,
Abused it.

I strech my aching neck , my hair sliding down my red-flushed skin showing the red-blue marks , the hikeys , the bites.

The blood.

The pain.

The pleasure.

But suddenly... I'm pierced. Sliced.

I looked up. I wasn't allowed to do so...

This glare.

Dark , posssesive.

Punishing.

Black eyes , normally softened an glowing with energy , drawn in coal.

Rough.

Cold.

Deadly.

Glistering , in a way like a ballpoint scribbled harshly on them , reflecting lust , want , anger , disappointment.
But no love.

A grab at my waist , harsh.

I yelp and plead , softly and submissive.

But you don't hear.

Its a game.

Just a game.

But I won't believe myself...

As a smirk plays around your lips , dancing on them in total sadism.

But who cares?

As I arch up my back to lean into your touch , as your gloves slip up my body , I know....

That you won't stop.
Not until I cry and beg.

But I love punishment , I love to hurt under your gaze.

Just for you.

I know that this is probably just a game for you as well , but I don't want to believe it.
Because....

A burn to death is what I crave.

And apparently , for me...

Death by fire , is going to be ...the most lovley of them all.

Until I raise from the ashes

And the flames start again...

"Can you do that for me?..."