Imagine This

I walk into your room. I can barely see you in the dark, but I know you are there. You smell of sweat and blood. The scent is intoxicating. I light a few of your candles and an opium scented incense. I know thats your favorite. As I walk closer to you it becomes obvious that you have been at it again. The blood dripping from your arms is a dead giveaway.... And you've been crying. I hate it when you cry. I reach up to brush the hair out of your face and you grab my arms and send me tumbling to the ground. Why do you always push me away? You know I am the only person that can help you. When you see me lying on the floor scared and covered in your blood it makes you angry. You scream at me. You tell me to leave. When I dont move you kick me... hard right in between my shoulders. I still lay there. Now, you drop to your knees and start beating me. It hurts but I dont stop you. I know you love me and you will stop when you're finished. I continue to lay there for minutes... Even after you have stopped hitting me. I don't want to make you angry. When I finally get up I see that you've passed out on your bed. I sit on the edge of the bed and watch you sleep. You are so beautiful. Even covered in your own blood, the site of you takes my breath away. I don't even know how long you slept but I crawl right up next to you and lay down. Neither of us says anything. Theres no point really. We have a connection that makes words unecessary.

In unison we get up and walk over to your bathroom. We undress each other slowly and step into the shower. For minutes we just stand there under the water, so close its almost as if we are one. Standing there, feeling your arms around me, I feel wanted, not to mention needed cause we both know that you need me. We exit the shower feeling as though we have been reborn. The cuts on your arms are still bleeding. I move you over to the bed and make you sit. You start crying again and for a moment im afraid that you'll start hitting me again but when I look into your eyes i can see that that's not the case at all. You are sorry. I know you didn't want to hurt me. Its ok though. Im ok, We're ok. I kneel down between your legs and rest my head on your lap. You move your hand over the bruise that is forming on my back leaving a trail of your blood behind. When I look back up at your face i can see that you have stopped crying. You look calm and peaceful. We kiss. Our lips melt into eachother. I can feel your heart beating fast in your chest. I know you love me. I want you to make love to me. I want to feel passion and pain. I want your hands on my body and i don't want to stop untill we have both relieved the tension thats been building since I got here. I kiss your scars. All of them, my lips moving up one arm and down the other. When I look up at you, my lips blood stained, my eyes begging you to take me, you seem to go mad. You throw me on the bed and straddle my struggling body. I see terror in your eyes. Your scaring me. Dont stop. You kiss me roughly. Tasting your own blood intensifies your passion. Im shaking now. Too scared to fight. Ive never seen you this bad. I'm afraid you'll go to far. Your mouth finds my neck. Your teeth are so sharp. You've drawn blood this time. Your lips trail down my neck to my breasts. When you reach my nipple you bite down hard, I gasp... I wasn't expecting that. The pain surges through my body and I become more aroused by the second. All I can think about is fucking you. You slap me, right in the face. You know what I was thinking. You continue to work down my body, leaving your mark on my skin. Now Im scared. Your mouth is inches away from the center of my very being. What if you hurt me? Please be careful. My body tenses up but Im relieved when I feel your tounge gently caress me. Im about to explode and I think you sense this because you stop and move back up to my face. You kiss me once more bitting my lips again and tasting my blood. Then I take over. I lay you flat on your back and make love to you like I only know how. I make you come over and over again with my hungry mouth and wondering hands. When you've had all that you can take you resume your role as the dominator. You throw my hands above my head and secure them with a rope that you have tied to your bed. Before I have a chance to react you begin working your magic. When your fingers touch my skin I erupt. You just sit there and watch me, waiting for me to finish. You are mad. I can see it in your face. It was too soon... Im sorry....I didn't mean to...but before I can tell you this you hit me across the face again. Your fingers move down to my aching sex. You move them slowly at first and then faster until Im wilting underneath your touch. Your eyes are closed and I can see the tears streaming down your face. Why do you always cry when you make love to me? You sense my orgasm coming on...I close my eyes and wait for it. I feel your hand around my neck. I can't breathe...Then I come with wild abandon...warmth fills my body and everything goes blank.

When I wake up I see you sitting on the floor. You're screaming, Are you in pain? Oh, I look at all the blood! What have you done? All the color escapes your face. You're dieing! Get up! We have to do something...But it's to late. The darkness has consumed you and now your gone. I get up and dress. I glare at your lifeless body once more before I leave and I cant help but think about how much im going to miss this.