Dark Angel

by f-cynyr ©




DARK ANGEL

I
(Dark Angel)

I am your Dark Angel,
the one that has contorted
your hopes and twisted your
dreams, I am the one who
has ignited the flames and
burned them to ash
I have brought you the thorns
and delivered you to
your newfound passion
for the sweet sweet pain,

I have taken you from
the pallid light of your vanilla
life, I have carried you
into my consuming dark;
with my guiding hand you will
tumble into the flames of
my ardent licking fire

I will lift you in flight
and carry you
down into the rings
of your intimate inferno,
carry you to the ashen shores
of the River Acheron.

I am your Dark Angel,
and from your innocent,
pure flesh I will imprison
your soul, extract your
essence, the light of
your purity and in
the fires of my
need I will burn
your spirit as I violate
you with pain and agony.

You will be unable to hold back the
creeping darkness,
you will be the victim
of the terror of the unknown.

Your once silver dreams
of your shining life,
the once warm dappled sunlight
of your love,
my hands and lust will defile.
I will desecrate your white heart,
with passion and desire.
Your love has tumbled into
my night land and you have
fallen into the cage of my
imprisoning hands.

You have surrendered
to the pain of
my dark passions,
now I hold you in thrall
as I slowly blacken your
heart.

I have come to haunt
your dreams,
I have seeped into flesh,
and slowly tainted your heart
and have become an illness
in your blood.

Your struggle and
resistance melt when
burnt and blistered with
the blood flames of my
venomous lust. You have
succumbed to my darkness
and embraced my pain;
your body has discovered
its lust and you now find
submitting the only way.

From your shattered existence
from your broken life
you have bloomed into
the darkness and gloom,
Your future now is
opaque.
 
II

(submissive)

My tormented sleep
and my haunted life were
lost in the colorless world,
numb and monotone, a life flat
and dull.

But the darkness has ripped me
open,
split me apart, and now my eyes
have been cleansed by the flames
and purified by the pain.
The darkness has leaked in
and filled my failing heart.
I now savor the ache,
am aroused by the pain,

I hunger for you, my beast,
my Dark Angel,
my loins throb and grow weak and wet
at the thought of being
impaled on your horn.

My desire grows in the
dark, as my body
responds to the lash.
The need in my loins grows
to a fire that will ravage
me, and burn my spirit to ash;
a cremation of lust,
as I grovel and beg.

My lips drool for the darkness
throb and ache for you, my
Dark Angel.

You, Dark Angel, have shattered my
heart, ruined my
flesh, twisted my spirit
and now my innocence is a
memory, a moment of passing
history.

An alien sky opens and foreign
stars beam down on my
pale Irish flesh;
the green of my eyes,
the emerald of my sight,
shine with the flames,
and my desperate soul
falls into the prison
of my Dark Angel’s hands.

I have fallen into the inferno
of pain,
I have fallen into the rings of
my servitude,
and with clamps and rods
leather and chains
with cuffs and rope,
with needles and wax,
with paddles and lash,
with floggers and whips,
with pain and torment,
I will surrender to the fate
of my Dark Angel’s hands.

My Dark Angel will stain
my soul,
rip it from my flesh, and
each bruise,
each mark
each wound
will bring me to my knees;
each thud and sting of his flogger
will open my aching lips,
will feed my overpowering
throb of lust;
each hurt and wound
will drive me to my knees,
drive me to worship
his swollen phallus.

He will lead me
on my journey through the
forbidden night land.

He will guide me through the blazing coals
of doom, help me
brave the flames of despair,
as I travel the plains of bitter ash,
and travel with him willingly as
he takes me thorough the burning
rings of my inferno. 



III

(Dark Angel)

I am your Dark Angel
come to deliver you,
come to take you on your
journey.
I am your Master who will
guide you through the wilderness,
guide you through the
night land of your heart.

I will take you to the
roots of your desire,
through the wasteland
of the dark, through the
desert of ash in the stifling
heat of the infernos’ rings
of fire.

Your old life will
be burnt away, your
old skin will blister and split
and in the circle of
my power you will slip out
of your old flesh and shake
off the flakes of your vanilla
life, and embrace the
forbidden flames,
embrace the forbidden lust
that has driven you to me.

I have brought your dark lovely
dreams in your sweating need,
dreams of pain and servitude,
dreams of chains and tears,
of bondage and leather,
tormenting dreams of slavery and longing,
of flesh and pleasure,
these I have brought to you
in your servitude to me.

I will transport you through
the black flames of the inferno,
I will guide you through the
ashen desert of bitterness
and the sea of despair.

Under an alien sky, I will
lead you to lie down on
the shores of the River Acheron, and
lead you to drink of grief and regrets,
and eat the golden fruits
of sorrow and dismay.

But the coals and flames
of my raging inferno
will burn away your past,
turn your abandoned life
to cinders,
and under my hand
you will pass through the
purifying flames, and emerge
whole and renewed.

 
IV


(submissive)

My ruined eyes
gaze upon the
blackened shrine,
the bloodstained shrine.

My knees are raw,
my lips are sore from
kneeling in homage kneeling
to worship your fiery phallus.
It blisters my lips and fills
me with the manna of the gods,
my whole heart yearns,
my body aches.
I need your pain to hold me,
I need your sting to fondle me,
I need my back ravaged and used;
I need you to leave my body limp and spent.

My mouth hungers for
you, my Dark Angel,
my Malicious Angel.
I hunger for the blackened flame,
the singe and blister of the starving fire;
I hunger for your delirious taste,
I hunger for the torment of your embrace.

The fire longs for the taste of
my flesh, as my flesh longs
for the taste of the fire.
my Dark Angel I hunger for
your quenching flames
to complete me with your
loving ache and sting.
 
V


(Dark Angel)

The rage of flames,
the anger of fire,
bites and claws at your
emerging submission,
and in the clean light of
the flickering fire, you
will surrender to your loving
Dark Angel. The wings
that you had have been ravaged
and the wan light of your
emerald eyes torn away.

The darkness will break
your white Irish body,
it will destroy your frail
flesh; your old body
and life will flake away,
as I transport you through
the rings of your private
inferno.

Through the lust and the surrender,
the pain and desire,
through the restraints and the passion,
the denial and the obedience,
through the beatings and the ecstasy
the submission and the slavery
through the discipline and the joy,
I will guide you to the sweet
exquisite pain of your submission.

I will take you to the deepest reaches
of your darkest self
and I will tether your soul
with cruelty and discipline.
I will pull you into the darkness
into the sweet perfume of the
forbidden and give you the
succulent taste of the forbidden fruits
of the inferno.

I will burn the shine from
your eyes, and savage your
angelic wings.
That part of your life will
die at the touch of
my hand, when you pass through
the flames and smoke-filled air,
and you will
endure the pain and you will
re-emerge from the dark fires,
changed, forever altered,
never to return to your pale
life again.
 
VI

(submissive)

My Dark Lord, my Dark Angel
deliver me from the bitterness
of my world, from the
sting of my days;
I love only you, the bringer
of the nectar of agony,
and the grapes of pain.

Fill me with your darkness,
fill me with your pain,
your disciplining crop,
your dominating hands,
cast me from my world
and take me on a voyage
in a foreign land under an alien sky.

Your touching hand,
your gift of pain and hurt,
releases me from my prison
of grey, frees me from
a tasteless world,
breaks my shackles of boredom
and unlocks the fetters of monotony.

In your loving rage, pierce
thorough my grey shell;
awaken my soul with your
gift of pain;
awaken me with your torture,
enlighten me with your cruelty,
help me bloom
and I will cleave to thee
and worship thy stinging hand
and pray at the altar of
thy phallus.

With your leather and canes,
your claws and shackles,
I will serve as you imprison
my flesh
and free my soul to fly

My Dark Angle, I long for you,
this breathless night,
I wait for you to arrive,
to transport me from my doldrums,
from my wasted life, to carry me
through the wilderness
into the flames.

You have savaged my
wings of white with ropes
of rage and lust,
bound my limbs,
shackled my soul.

 

VII


(Dark Angel)

I will lead you through the
flames; I will conduct you
to the rings of fire, where
we will wallow in the heat,
dance with the embers,
till we reach the purified
core, till we embrace the
ecstasy that the agony can be.
 
VIII

(submissive)





Dark Angel, lift me from this
life of ash and cinders,
lift me through the bitter air
and carry me to the center
through the veil and
through the walls,
through the contorted path
and denied history,
beyond the despair and
self loathing,
past the scars of choices
chosen and not chosen,
past denial and doubt,
through the aching longing
that has thrived in the deepest
recesses of my heart.

Dark Angel, with your mastery
deliver me from this bleak despair,
through the tasteless world of
ash and hopelessness.

Awaken me with fire and flame,
awaken me with pain and cruelty,
with hurt and ache,
awaken me with burn and sting,
with thrashings and whips,
awaken me with flailing and flogger,
with strap and cane,
awaken me with birch and switch.
Awaken me.

Awaken me to the vivid world,
the world of intensity, of the fierce
sharp feeling, of the forever world
beyond pain.

Beat me from this waste
of time,
this false world I wander;
set me afire, ignite every
nerve, shock me with your
bolt of power.

Awaken this flesh that has
grown weary and numb
of this false life I drag myself
through this life of ash,
this shallowness ,
that is a denial of what I am
and what I long for,
of what I must be.

Dark Angel, deliver me
from this despair,
I must traverse the flames,
descend through the rings
till beyond fire and terror,
beyond despair and grief,
where pleasure is pain
and pain is pleasure;
where the fire will
burn away the old life,
where the flames will
wash away the timidity,
the self doubt, the sorrow of denial
and the grief of repression.

My rebirth lies with you,
my rebirth lies in the inferno;
the rings of fire will
bathe me in darkness
bathe me in pain and I will
be reborn into leather and
chains.

I will be swallowed by the darkness,
tumbling into the infinite
pit, my body purified
by the inferno

My Dark Angel,
deliver me to my new Eden
my new promised land;
I beg you on bended knee.

The Domination of Black

by f-cynyr ©


I have fallen, tumbled to
the domination of black, coming
face to face with the beast within.
I had to confront my desire
understand its shape,
give it its name

I pondered the motives,
I wondered about the right,
wrung my hands in anxiety
was paralyzed by doubt.

It has left me without the roses,
has left only the thorns,
the confusion of light and
dark, the eternal struggle
left me drained and
gasping in despair,

I didn’t ask for this,
I never chose,
but the domination of black
has me in its throes


I fell into the dark
wrapped the long tendrils
of night around the
shoulders of my aching
need.

The darkness ate into me
leaving the blackest cavity,
and now when my
hands reach to caress
it’s with a touch that stings.

This discord bent the
world, sunk the sun,
so I walked in shadows
thrown by the dark.

I steadied my hand
rejected my need
and found in denial
a desert of woe,
in my denial I
fell into a world of
dust and ash.

I didn’t ask for this,
I never chose, but
the domination of Black
has me in its throes

I turned my back on
Charon, I refused to
get in his ship to
cross the River Acheron.


I feared the unholy voices
that rose from the other side,
that in lamentations
beckoned and pleaded

But the terror closed my ears,
I was lost in the dark,
stumbling blind through the
inside.

The panic in my chest
thrashing behind my eyes
I tried to reject the dark
I desperately tried to
regain the light.
but in my despair I stumbled
in the wilderness,
and fell upon the river shore.

I struggled within,
I tore myself apart,
trying to understand
trying to come to grips,
I was a reluctant passenger
on a voyage I did not start.

I trembled at first
turned from the urge
but now the domination
of black has brought me
to where I belong.

The darkness seeped into my
eyes, the night ran through my
veins, the grip of darkness
brought me to my knees.

I turned from the light
and leapt into the river,
and swam to the other side

The light is waning, the
darkness has swallowed me
and I have been consumed,
I didn’t ask for this,
I never chose, but
the domination of Black
has me in its throes.

The Liquid of My Hands

by f-cynyr ©



Lost between the gasp
and the curve of your
heave, I found myself
in the whisper of hips,
you unfold in the moment
of broken light and unravel
the secret sound
of I in you.


The hunger of your body
devours my moments.
In the heavy stagnant
air you rise from my bed
of thorns, bleeding,
red rivulets drizzling
there course along the
tenderest part of
your body.

you hold your
submission close
so I can sip from those
delicate streams of red.
I drink my fill till my need
is heavy and bloated .

I become tangled in
the moment, trip
and tumble into the
thick steaming taste
Of you.

I hold you down with
the hunger of my eyes.
you collapse, enthralled
watching my engorged desire
sway as I move and bind
your wrists and ankles,
with the softest of touches.

I blind you, steal your sight
so that only what I allow
reaches through the murk
and captures your body.

You lapse into the darkness
then into the pain,
as I torture your solitude,
you arch and thrust
half in escape, half in
longing,

Your body reddens
you grow into a stillness
beyond yourself beyond
the agony I deliver.

The deluge comes, a quick
cascade of blazing sensation,
a release beyond surrender
and then just the
throbbing twitching calm,

And you lay tender,
bound, and blind,
drifting in your blue blue
Sea, in the liquid of my
hands..

Touching Your Hips

by f-cynyr ©

I know touching your
hips, that in ages hence,
someone beyond me will
reside in the summer green
of your eyes.

And they will, like me now,
be touching your hips with
wishes on their breath and
allure in their mouth.

And like me, they will drift
in the folds of your body and
ride the puffing billows
of your warmth.

And I will ache, when ages hence,
my hands will be empty
of the heat and form that
my palms and fingers now
decode and solve.

And ages hence, the cavity of
your absence will throb in my
collapsing chest and I will be lost
in the vastness of my future without
the buoyancy of your breath and
the promise of your hips.

The Sound of Your Body

by f-cynyr ©


your smooth curves
that flow between
glances fill the air
as my hands unfurl
the sound of your body.
your sea opens and surges
as my fingers drink in
the silver of your eyes.

the savannas of your voice
heave and roll, then
flow me from colour to sound
as the muffled fathoms of
my hands hold the multitude of you
in soft enfolding palms, as your
breasts and eyes calm
the earth to liquid.

the frailty of your sighs
drift me from texture back
to sound as the vision of my
touch swims the gold
of your desire.




your cresting waves
lift me from sound to motion
as the grace of your hips
undulates your body from texture
to vision, and fills the air with spice,
as my drifting arms encircle
the aqua tide of your lips.

the taste of each breath
draws me to your depth,
then you gasp me in
and stroke me from scent
to substance, as my body climbs
the light of your surrounding sea.

The Touch of Your Look

by f-cynyr ©

When I stood within arm’s
reach and you, your eyes
soft and whispering to my
lips, your hands gently touched
me, singing their joy and flutter
as they travel my length and warmth.

When I moved vanishing
that small infinite distance
between you and my trembling
need, I have to capture and bind my
breath that threatens to surround
and swallow you in a moment
of mouths and arms.

When I stood in the binding
of your sight, the touch of your look
swallowed my timid desire . Your arms
imprisoned the trepidation of my lips,
and the hymn of your pressing fingers
folded me forever into you.

The Tast of You

by f-cynyr ©

Devouring the fruits of you with
the mouth of my eyes, you cascade
your silver onto the trembling tongue
of my hands as my lips carve
the language of your body.

The rhythm and chords of
your need spills their ropes
of braided light along my arms,
as I reach through the air into
the waves of your desire.

Calling across the vastness
of the moment, the salt
of your breasts spice
the hunger of my eyes.

I hold you in my circle
of tongue and fingers, until
the final cresting of your release
and your silver cascades onto
the parched ache of my solitude

Homage

by f-cynyr ©

My hands and mouth
hunger their path along
the pilgrimage and lines of
your atoning body, as you
open to my enthralled homage.

Your flesh gasps as my
praying fingers enter
the angeling of your needs,
holding them enraptured
for moments on end.

i capture the consecrated
cravings and host of
your passions as you
hold your moist sacrament
to the Eucharist of my desire.

Devouring You

by f-cynyr ©


My eyes cascade down
the flow of your neck
then clasp and suckle
the still pools of your breasts,
then stream down the smooth
curve of your back,
to the shoreline of
your hips.

I gasp and draw you in,
embracing the dusty vanilla
of your yielding body.
I gulp in the dark cinnamon
of your soothing legs
that rock against the clasping
intake of my breath, each heaving
gulp fondling the whiffs of
allspice and cloves
of your earthy thighs,

Your taste gushes into me
while the breeze of your eyes
disperse their vapors,
and I linger on the stormy tang of
your erect nipples.
The sweet mist of your
hips and thighs dissolve against
my tongue’s embrace,
as the sharp billowing salt of your
desire fills me as I move to the smoky
tart crease of your pungent desire.

My mouth and eyes and breath
feast on the dusty cinnamon and liquid
vanilla of your curves and crevasses,
and devour the turbulence of
the heated blast of lips and thighs.
You twitch and melt,
as I swallow and gasp you in.
You dissolve and disperse
into my eyes and breath and mouth
as I fill my senses with your
vision and scent and taste.

Breathe

by f-cynyr ©



ouch, ooow
ouch, yes sir,
again please sir.

thud, flinch,
breathe,
breathe in,
breathe out,

empty yourself,
breathe,
empty yourself,
breathe, inhale, hold
Exhale,

thud, smack,
flinch
breathe
between strokes
breathe
between the pain

ouch ooow,
gasp,
find the rhythm
breathe,
inhale, hold
exhale,
breathe

focus ,find the
that place,
that special place
float out
drift,
between gasps,
between breathes.

ouch, ooow
ouch, yes sir,
again please sir.


linger in the haze,
focus,
between waves
breathe in hold
focus,
breathe out

thud, sting,
gasp,
inhale,
breathe in the pain
white explosion,
breathe out the clutter

red burning,
breathe in the pain,
breathe out the tedium
breathe in the calm
breathe out
the barbs of the day


thud, smack, burn
focus on the pain
breathe in
focus on the pain
breathe out,
breathe

welts bloom,
bouquets of thorns
drift,
between strokes
let the quiet bloom,
breathe in
embrace the silences,
embrace the Peace,
breathe out
let the quiet bloom
between thuds
between the waves,
breathe,
breathe

ouch awoo
ride the tide of pain,
drift in the the tide
breathe
breathe in
breathe out

embrace the waves,
drift into the ache
breathe
find the calm
breathe
beyond the storm,
beyond the pain.

ouch, ooow,
ouch, yes sir,
again please sir.


ouch oooow , aaaawwww
breath in,
drift away
tumble into the sea,
breathe out
beyond only
the vast soothing sea




ou ch aaaaw
breathe
embrace the waves
drift away,
breathe
away into the sea,
the soothing sea.
breathe
breathe.

The Exquisite Pain Of Submission

by f-cynyr ©



The exquisite pain
of submission,
carries your body
to Paradise,
as you tumble into
your agonized Eden.

You longed for the
suffering that would
release your mind,
you embraced the hurt
that frees you from the
shackles of your flesh.

You tremble and
quiver with each
firm smack, you sigh
with each lick of the
crop.

Your nether lips moisten
and swell with the sharp
slaps to your ass.
Nipples stiffen and harden
from the fiery bite of clamps
that brings tears to your eyes.

Blindfolded and bound,
you fall through subspace,
into the Nirvana of bondage.

You surrendered your
flesh, you gave away
your body, for the release
of the sacred sting.


You have fallen
for the loving hurt.
You surrendered to
my bonds, to the tender
kiss of my private torture.

Your eyes know the
intimacy of pain,
your heart knows the
romance of cuffs and chains.

The exquisite pain of
Submission enraptures you,
unshackles your soul,
as your body embraces
The bouquets of pain.

The pain and hurt
lifts you from the
monotony of your life,
frees you to soar
In the Nirvana sky.

You have embraced the
freedom of servitude
and found the exquisite
pain of submission
as you kneel before your
Master.

The Darkness of Your Heart

by f-cynyr ©

( a pro-log to the river acheron)


The darkness of your heart
has eclipsed your life,
it has twisted your dreams.
All the old yearning of
your once pale life
has been swept away,
burnt to ash by your
new love of pain,
by your newfound passion
for the sweet sweet pain

You tried to stem the
the creeping darkness,
holding it shackled, locked
away in the dungeon of your
heart; you tried to deny
your dark passion, you tried
to renounce your secret love.

You try to turn from the darkness
to travel back to the light,
but the darkness of your heart
haunts your dreams,
the darkness dominates your will.
It has turned your soul to pain,
so you weep and wail.

Confused about the root of
your desire, trembling
about the direction of
your lust. You weep for your
lost life and fear where
the darkness is dragging you.

The sweet perfume of the forbidden
fills you with lust, and your twisted
dreams of tortured bodies
carries you out of your quiet life
to the dirty secret that you cherish

The darkness of your heart has taken
you, you have been led astray
you have been consumed, swallowed
by the night, you have lost any
hope of day.

You now are possessed, only
whips and chains can bring you
joy, only cuffs and bondage can
lift you from your despair.

The quiet of your life has been
tortured, you will never be the same,
the darkness of your heart
has taken your life,
your darkened dreams have
stolen your joy.

The darkness has dimmed your
vision, turned your world
from day to night.
The darkness has upset your
pleasures, has turned your joy
to pain, and your pain to joy

The darkness has broken you,
you have to abandon that
pale shattered life,
leave the ones you once loved
because now you are doomed to
wander in the night land,
doomed to inhabit the dark.

You grieve the passing of your
once placid life,
now you turn to the thorns,
now you embrace the aches and
pains that promise to quench your thirst.

You have shed your skin,
abandoned the pale life you
once lived.
Now you search for your
Promised Land.
Now you want to eat the grapes
of pain, and become drunk on the nectar
of torment.

The darkness of your heart
has led you astray,
you have abandoned your past
and ventured into the unknown.
You have traversed the flames
and entered the forbidden land.

Now you wander the nightland
in the uncharted darkness,
traveling the path of pain,
suffering for your desire.
You have embraced the
darkness of your heart.

You have had a taste of thorns
and savored the ache,
now you have the hunger
that will take a lifetime
to satiate.
You have fallen into
the darkness of your heart,
you have been consumed,
your old life burnt away
your old skin shed

Now you wander the nightland,
you wander the desolate
shores of the river Acheron,
searching to fulfill your desire
of the darkness of your heart.

Cupits Lash

by f-cynyr ©


the sting of Cupids lash
has bound your hart
shackled your spirit,
and compels you to kneel
under its spell.

Cupids lash, its sting of
love, has opened new worlds
dark and dangerous, new
boundaries to flutter across
in the wincing of loves
bruising affection.

Cupid your new disciplining
Master binds your heart
with stinging string and holds
your panting breath
in the irons of slavery.

Cupids tongue
a burning caress as
you tumble to the heights
and depths of your darkened
desire. heart and soul,
pierced and bleeding in
Cupids rough cut of
affection, as you take the
needles and lashes of
your darling tormentor.

a dark hurting beast with
claws and clamps fangs and
floggers, and you open
your thighs for your sadistic
Cherub, and his stinging straps.

your winged love is dark and twisted,
strikes with the hurts of love,
draws your tears, and brings you
the communion of ache and agony,
for falling under his tortuous spell.

Cupid cuts the wounds of love,
lacerates your heart, as you tumble
under his lash,
each loving stroke enslaves your body
each woe, each tear, releases your spirit.

on your knees, you have fallen
to the will of Cupids power,
on your trembling knees,
your blackened lips open to
receive the darling Cherubs burning dart.

Cupids lash has captured your heart.
under the power of the sting
of that sweet Cherubs love,
under the power of his
will, you have submitted
and surrendered. Surrendered to
the cruelty of Cupids lash.

THE RIVER ACHERON.

by f-cynyr ©


You crossed the river Acheron
you paid with coins of pain
and tears, you surrendered
your flesh, sold your soul
for the voyage to the Promised Land.

Across the river Acheron, into the deep
unknown, you traveled to the furthest shore
you fell into torment you writhed in pain,
the exquisite agony of submission
enraptured you and you found your
Paradise in an Eden of pain.

And Charon the ferryman has brought you
to the darkness across the shadowy water
he has brought you through the starless night,
he has brought you to the wilderness of your soul.
His steady hand has led you to
this Promised Land.

And you embrace the fallen angels
you caress the great beast’s horn
this may appear to be Paradise
but lust has moistened your loins,
you have discovered the eroticism of
pain, you embrace the pleasurable
hurt. In your twisted passion you
have found that this Inferno is
your Promised Land.

You are amongst the fallen ones
who have tumbled to the depth
you have lost your innocence.
Now the pain has become pleasure
and the hurt has become tenderness.
Your spirit is in tatters, it has been
flailed to bloody shreds,
this is the Paradise of your soul
The Eden of your desire.

Your eyes now glow with want
your mouth waters and begs for more
you wrap the cloak of torment
around you, you fondle its every suffering.
You rub your aching loins against
the agony, until the torment is
tender and the agony is bliss.

You have crossed into the Inferno
into the forbidden land.
its burning woe courses in your veins
and its bottomless pools
of ache have swallowed your sight.
Your body surrenders to the pleasure of fire,
as its wet flames swallow your soul.

The gates of mystery have opened
your loins, Charon is now your Master
and you drop to your knees
in worship, then fall upon his phallus.
Cries and wails fill the air, your unholy
Voice singing the praise of the
sweet sweet taste of his exquisite pain.

You stand bound to St. Andrew’s cross,
loving the sacred lash, embracing
the epiphany of pain. Your cries and
wails fill the air with the rapture
of the consuming hurt.
The purity of the lashing takes you to the bliss
of the shores of the River Acheron

O you depraved soul, drinking
the ecstasy of torment, and swallowing
the grapes of pain, and through
your agony, you have redeemed
the Inferno and found a
new Promised Land.

In the darkness you wail,
your limitations fill the air.
Your agonized soul is
released from its cage of flesh
to flutter staggering into
the orgasm of bliss.

O Master O Master you pray, as your
mouth perofrms homage to the phallus,
And in your submission you
swallow the Sacrament, drinking
down the sweet white nectar.


Your soul meanders in bliss and grace,
your body finally mastered,
you drift in the thick black air, till
your body convulses and your dripping
loins find their release

In a moment you are spent
your lips quiver and twitch,
your ecstasy is the exquisite pain
that has taken you to the Inferno
and a Master’s hand has carried you
across the River Acheron,

And there on the shores
you have found your Eden
a land of pain and torment that
is your Promised Land.