The Taking

What be these scarlet ribbons upon the skin...
A mark of memory of where you've been.
Remnance of pain it visits still...
Succumbing to touch, fulfilling your will.

Tears in the eyes, salty and fresh...
Feeling your ardour, ripping the flesh.
Emotional battlefiled already won...
Feeding your hunger, penance is done.

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Pleasure a beast that treads on the soul...
Sugar for feeding making you whole.
How far my dear, how far can I take...
Into oblivion and hellfires you bake.

Scream my name! Let me hear...
And in your eyes a lustful fear.
Cruel to be kind, oh what an excuse!
My little doll.. my sexual recluse.

I open the door, will you walk through?
Torture and pleasure are beckoning you.
Fly on the pain... cry to your corrupter!
Lament to your goodself, drown in enrapture!

And when your wounds become too much
Trust... and feel... my tender touch
For nothing is sacred, tried and true
A new day dawning, welcoming you.