Pull me, play this tug of war until I can no longer bend back for you, as much as I love you, I cannot split myself in half for you. I hope you understand, I hope you see I cannot feed this masochistic thrill you seek; I want to feel, feel, feel so badly but not bad enough to taste blood, but badly enough to give all the right pieces of me to the right person.
We’re not as perfect as we like to say, it's just another game that we play, as you fall under my angelic spell. the demon comes out. and it wants to stay. Cherubs cry, as I tighten the ties, and angels sob, I put the gag back in your mouth. blood red tears streaming down your back. leather against skin, cause you like it like that. Your so cute when you scream, its your masochistic dream. biting deep in your skin. face in the pillow, suffocating again. But you like that don’t you. nails in your flesh, color me aroused. what’s the safe word you ask? put that gag back in your mouth.
Wow I can't believe I am letting the public see this.
If love for you is repeatedly running away, continuously throwing everything, brutally shutting me down, and forcing yourself to never mouth, then cut me a piece of your love and I'd gladly give it to someone who's masochistic enough.