Oh, my love.

Oh, my love,

You pull me in, a soft brush of your tender lips on my neck.

Your hands holding me firmly around my waist,

You whisper sweet promises of a faraway dream, pinning them like pearls on a silver string, as they sparkle with a lustful gleam.

Oh, my love,

You push me away, laughing at my weakness, forcing me to my knees as I beg for your forgiveness.

You scream spiteful truths: “you are repulsive”, when I try to disagree, words burning through my flesh.

Disgust flashes across your face, alight with pale moonlight glow,

But you hold me close, your hands already unbuttoning my dress.

A soft moan escaping your parted lips,

A quiet tear running down my cheek.

Oh, my love,

I try to leave, holding my head up,

But you put a pearl collar on my heart, tugging on it when I stray too far,

Whispering “isn’t this enough?”