Valentines day isn't for me. It is for lovers who are still floating on cloud nine; soaring through the wipped cream vapor, strawberries and cigarettes in the air.
What I want isn't what lovers do. I want to be ravished. I want to be treated like an object; unafraid of tomorrow, no thoughts. Mindlessness in its purest form.
I want to be strapped down and made to forget. My heart shaped ass to be beating with the heat of pain. Make me as red as this holiday demands.
This holiday is for tender touches and languid strokes. What I need is rough; choke me to silent the cry our neighbors definitely heard. Tears smearing my mascara and red eyeliner.
I need to be broken, used and abused I want nothing more then the dead lead feeling in my limbs as I gasp for the oxygen my brain can't process; like mush from overstimulation.
Valentines day is for thoes who are so wholly dedicated to one another, to love and to hold; to show they love like the saffron sky aglow.
Kneeling here I am, dripping in lust as a beast salivates over a fresh kill. As red as rage my cheeks are flush, my heartbeat is quickened.
And all I want is my Master.. to look at me to acknowledge me. I crave to be in his presence. I crave to be his for a day.
-Pandaish