My Punishment

It's over. Two words of escape. That's all I could muster. ...I saw her face later that day, and couldn't fathom why I had ever turned away. I couldn't escape the possibility that it had been a mistake. She's so beautiful, With her brown skin bound inside that tight white dress. When she touches my lips, She's on fire. Breathing her pain into my masochism with every kiss. Her face shines like the sun, enveloping all the dark in the room. And I breathe while I still can.... Hoping for another moment of pleasure. Begging to be sated. She taunts me as she dances her way back into my life; Knowing that I can't say no to the taste. That I'm addicted. I take her in again, and hold her tight. She screams into me, letting me know she still has control. I fight for position, but I'm weak in the arms of my praxis. My punishment. -James Kelley 2012, All rights reserved.