Gunmetal kisses and cordite-scented caress.
Longing for that choking pleasure-pain you provide.
I am addicted to the abuse, my necklace of bruises a testament to your love.
Yet all the clichéd lines slip away as the world is muffled,
my face thrust down into the dark pillowcase.
Gunmetal kisses against my temple, gun oil tears on my cheek.
"Baby, we're gonna have some fun" you whisper, cocking back the hammer.
You love it when I struggle, so I put up a fight as you rip into me.
Gunmetal kisses, digging into my skull.
It's impossible to know who truly surrenders.
The mix of sweat, pain and pleasure thickens the air...
Not that I can breathe, with your hand around my throat..
Though I know now, I own you as much as you own me.
Gunmetal kisses, the barrel slides across my tongue as you drop into me...
When you tell me what a worthless piece of ass I am, I hear "I love you."
And when I pass out the last I feel are gunmetal kisses across my neck.
M.J. McGuire-Curry
July 28th 2007
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