Blackworld

Published January 15, 2013 by largemargeuk

Blackworld.
My dark world.
My world of forbidden joy.
My world
off the high street
in the alley,
on my knees –
torn stockings, bloodied hands.
My blackworld

My blackworld
where I choke
my world wher I gasp
at the power inside me
straining to split me
open.
My hidden world.
No one even suspects.
My life in the luring shadows.
My blackworld

My world where I am bound,
my world where I am free from choice,
my world where I surrender
willingly.
Where the pain is sweet, sweet the
price I pay
to get close to the dark flame
in my blackworld.

Blackworld, hungry boys.
I’m hungry for the hungry boys
and every time I slip there
a little of me lingers forever.
Forever
in my blackworld.

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