She slipped out of her clothes
The little black dress
I always envision her
dropping
to the floor

Before we hit the bed
running on euphoric overload
She got off on the way I destroyed her ego
to enlighten her

submitting
to
the
sado
maso
Christ
within

I was the second coming
of her consciousness
slurred
slurping
ships
of
my ambrosia
loaded
god-complex
from her lips
dripping wet
sweetness
down the curves
of honey-softness

O
What it does to her hips
quivering
tingling
writhing
wet
When I crucify her.
Pin her to the mattress

What she meant to say
was she wanted
Stigmata

To really feel the pain/pleasure switch
To strike and choke her
Because of daddy-issue reasons

This is that atonement
Bad Bad
Baby girl
battered
beat red
stripped down
back to her
Electra Complex
The light again

From plateaus
bound by
peaks
until ******
Alpha
Omega

A little death.
Reborn where it begins