Tongue against leather

Wet flesh against lace

She held his throat tight

Pulling the mask against his face

She heard his whimper

She heard his moan

And as her tongue slid against the hood,

She heard the boy groan

Caged as a prisoner

He'd never felt so free

As he did that day

So low down on his knees

He needed to suffer

He needed restraint

He never knew how much,

He needed the pleasure of pain

You played games

with my heart

Liked to watch me

fall apart;

Like a bird with

broken wings,

Dancing as you pulled

the strings,

As you whispered lies

in my ear,

What I wanted so

to hear.

You were like a sickness...

But now I’m immune.

Secret Santa rides

naked in his sleigh,

privates covered

if I might say.

Making sure

his Christmas sack

is full of goodies

slung on his back.

Nocturnal activity

filling your stocking

giving you joy

and I’m not mocking!

Slips his Yule log

in sexy lace panty

playing reindeer games

like a vigilante.

Heat arising

melts snow off roof

you beg for more

it’s not a spoof!

He rings your bell

you dance around pole.

he comes upon a midnight clear

He’s fulfilled his sexual role.

He wipes his lips

and heads off home

promising missus

he did not roam!

Next year you prepare

milk and a cookie,

decorate yourself with a bow

all ready for some nooky.

Laid out for him like a platter

you hear the hooved patter

of little reindeer feet

nothing else can matter.

Santa Claus

is coming

to town!

Body of Christ.

I don’t get it...

You have to accept him so we can wash your sins away.

But I haven’t done anything.

It doesn’t matter. You were born this way.

I thought I was baptized.

Body of Christ.

Well, you were.

I thought that washed my sin away.

Please don’t argue. You get to wear that pretty dress.

I do like the dress...

Body of Christ.

Body of Christ.

Body of Christ.

I don’t want the wine.

It’s not wine. It’s the blood of Christ.

How is drinking wine going to make me less evil?

It’s not wine...

Body of Christ.

Well drinking blood seems pretty evil too...

Can you please stop arguing?

Body of Christ.

Body of Christ.

Body of Christ.

No thank you.

Uhhhhh...

Please don’t do this???

Ok, I’ll eat the bread, but I’m not drinking wine.

What do you want me to do with her?

Baby, please just take a sip.

Nope. I don’t like when people drink.

What do you want me to do?

You can have my wine. I’m going to go sit back down. Thank you for making me less evil.

Pains, unspoken

tattooed

dark scars

buried beneath

running through

your cellular veins

have no mercy

till their ignited,

burning flames

strung and choke

your life out of you,

if you just scratch

the wounds

on the surface

Fear, hidden

deep within

sleeping like a baby

but boils unrest

under the skin

suddenly explodes

unless

therapy intervenes

Therapy, medicinal

a healthy way to live

with full

reconciliations,

without resentment

therapeutic candle light

otherwise,

destruction is

all you’d achieve

MidnightInk (10/4/2018)

I warned you, darling,

begged you, really:

“Never let me rule.”

But fate is cruel

and so, sweet fool,

you sought to elevate me.

Thus, now—betrayed—

I sit arrayed upon the throne

with you knelt at my feet.

Regina incōnstāns:

This is what you’ve made

of me.

All these people ought to flee

and not take chances

with a Queen

supremely fickle

in mercy—who on a whim,

will shift between

a PARDON and the g u i l l o t i n e .

... Yes, when heads roll,

it’s naught

to Me.

I feel no guilt,

only e m p t y .

It’s as I feared;

it’s true, you see.

Power corrupts absolutely.

....

#poetry

#challenge

Steamy sex

sinful surging

silken, sensuous

smoldered spasms

slithery, slathered

salacious seduction

savored seduction

sighhhhhhhhhhhh!