Sunday, November 2, 2008

owned slave


Suffer for your passions, boy.

Crave like a junkie on the down of a three day binge.

Saturated by a hard rain of tears.....soaked to the skin.

Razor blade crawling over broken glass to glimpse a taste.

Desperate words falling incoherently from your lips.

Gasping breaths at My discretion.

Lapping up every drop I allow like a refugee.

Feeding from Me with starving devotion.

Worshiping at the honey altar.

Owned slave.