~Demon Lover~
Breathing heavily as the twilight bows to a darker god... and I know that on this night as every night I am not alone.... I can feel him watching me through the shadows... and the blackness touches me with warm strong fingers.... but they are not the hands of a friend... they are the hands of my own personal demon... and I have prayed often that maybe sleep would fall gently... Yet I know deep inside of me somewhere are the places that only he can touch... these are places where I know only pure desire... and the blood lust I keep locked away is given reign when he is here... He is the only lover who knows just how much I love the pain... and there is only servitude for the sake of pleasures never known in the light of day... I can't deny his hold on me... I can't refuse the kisses that leave me bruised and broken... panting on the floor like the bitch I am... I can smile when the leather stings me... I can cry such sweet tears and the only hopes of mercy are relief from the torture I have always craved... There is a fire that burns me... so hot... I submit to his punishment... I find comfort in his shackles... and though I will see the sun tomorrow I know this night is my only home...
