The Devil's Love-Ridden Abuse || POETRY

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It's 2:58 AM
And I'm excited over nothing

My back arching
My whines escaping my clamped lips
My hands wandering,
trying to find the perfect spot

But nothing is easing this pressure
My hips are rolling
Just as they were when you
were between my thighs
Teasing me through my underwear

My lips are bitten up
I taste blood in my mouth
It's just arousing me more

I've got the Devil
On my mind
And you're not going anywhere
At least no time soon

I crave your hands around my throat
Grabbing on my breasts
Snaking and winding down
To my throbbing clit

Oh if it were only so

I tease myself
Through my underwear
Until I can't bear it and slip a finger inside
I bite at my bleeding lips more
To keep from making a sound

Being so quiet
So silent
Save for my heavy breathing

I slide one more inside
Joining the other
Curling my fingers upwards
And explore

Fuck, it's so euphoric

I abuse myself
With the thought
That these are your hands
Roaming my body
Inside and out

You're the one
Making me whimper
And shake

My body jerking
When I run over a sensitive spot

I feel my body rising in temperature
Making me suffer further

I think of what you'd be whispering
In my ears or if you'd say nothing at all
Just absorb the view of me
being a mess for you

That signature smirk plastered to your face
Pleased with yourself

Such narcissism
So enticing

Show me more Devil
There's so much more we can do

I can't think straight

And thoughts of riding you
Being wrecked by you
Getting fucked by you
Become so evident in my mind

The taste of myself
Lingers on my tongue

My clit is sensitive and throbbing
Almost painfully
Yet temporarily satisfied

My breasts
bruised by my own hands

My skinny wrists, red and aching
from biting them so forcefully

Devil
You've got such a hold on me

Such audacity
For just the thought of you
Driving me insane

It's 4:04 AM
And you're killing me
And you're not even here
To do it yourself