The Devil Who Tastes Me by Petalandchainsworld

Touch me like sin,

Like your claws were carved to fit my skin.

Drag your hunger down my spine.

Brand me yours, again … again.

I breathe in ash and exhale need,

My pulse a prayer, my ache a plead.

You rule with fire, I kneel in flame,

A willing girl, whispering your name.

Your eyes command, your voice consumes,

A low growl echoing in my womb.

Pull the strings I’ll break in grace,

Begging softly from my place.

I am not afraid of ruin.

I crave it.

If it comes by your hand.

So take me,

Tame me,

Twist me like your dark demand …

And I’ll thank you,

Chained in silk,

For teaching a good girl.

How to burn.