The Veil of a Submissive ( Cry of Ecstasy )
Suspended in time and space
Sight not to be seen
The void waiting, waiting to consume Its next victim
Breath extinguished, from sinister thoughts
Perspiration oozing, trickling down
Down the exposed pathways of this heavenly Receptacle of pleasure
Pleasure arrived by the tremendous pain
Pain oh glorious pain, the prescription, yet to be filled
Filled by the hand of a Master , filled with with honor
Out of the abyss of silence , slicing the waves, void of sound
The long awaited sting, followed by the sharp crack
The Vessel shakes, but holds ground
Time after time with the rhythm of a thoroughbred down the stretch
The Master, the Craftsman , the Artist of untold pleasure
Injects his potent measure, to ease the Vessels lament
Fractured and leaking the sacred nectar only derived from pleasure
Knees weakened, the Vessel shudders and goes limp
As the long soft talons of electricity rip and tear the formerly
Delicate veneer of the pristine Vessel
It crumbles at his feet
Satisfied, the Master kneels to the ground
Gathering the residue left from the task at hand
The Master use his soul to bond the Vessel
To restore it
Just to fulfill its desires again
7 years ago. February 26, 2017 at 10:16 AM
