The Pitiless Solution

He left no time to regret
A heedless beckon,
 an afterthought almost,
making it all the more
sweeter
A summon with a look
and I came,
regardless
of the imminent finale,
as if
sleepwalking
I accept his embrace.
His gentle,
wise
appearance is nothing but a thin veneer,
for he is vicious,
cruel
with his touch,
making it all the more
pleasing.
The foreplay
continues,
teasing,
never-ending,
increasing
the apprehension,
the need
for that first contact,
Crash
flesh to naked flesh,
lose myself
in the power of your hands
 mold and dish
whatever ecstasy
with
each panting breath,
shedding my morals,
the pulse,
my gasp
fanning your sculptured shoulders,
the need to hold you closer,
prolonging this
tedious caress
from my
neck to my navel,
shuddering affects to
 my ankles.
It drags on,
for days,
months,
years,
maybe even decades,
 that doesn’t matter,
I’ve left any shred of sense
replacing it
with devotion
to the pleas
whimpers,
the kisses that I lay at your feet.
The line between pain and pleasure begin to blur
as I reach the peak,
undistinguishable,
unrecognizable,
indescribable,
I cry
in fear,
in defeat.
Sweat beads on my slackened body,
the taste of you haunting,
tears brimming,
the inevitable withdrawal approaching.
The drugging influence of our lovemaking fading,
I gaze at my body
scarred,
damaged,
blood soaked,
spoiled,
You,
the Beast,
well-groomed,
soft-spoken,
captivating beyond comprehension,
eloquent,
so damn impressive,
seductive
 destructive.
 Ready for the next victim,
pathetically
I reach for you,
 for I am addicted,
looking for the next hit,
you laugh,
kiss my blemished lips to
move on to
our puny race,
has all but fallen
for your alluring,
sadistic ways,
and have become obsessed,
 possessed
to get a taste
of the most devastating,
life-ending,
unholy
for the Only,
his majesty,
his grace
war
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