Martyr Man And Gimp Girl Poem by Aven Black

Forever
In Leather
And a whip-swing cut
They never see her face
They hear a high-heel heel strut

Pain
Is the ultimate Seduction
Strain
Under a bodily eruption
Feel
The hurt course through the heart
And real
Blood dripping where the skin departs

There’s a hole in the heart
Of the man apart
From the part in a man
That wants to chain up his hands
He sits
Tied up in those basement nights
She slits
His dirty skin as she bites

“Bleed, you!
I want to feel the
Seed, you
Planted in me
You
Hurt me more and more and more
As I feed you
Hurtful and deathly sorrow
And freed you
To face another tomorrow
But you only hurt me more and more and more”

He softly complains
As she wipes up his stains…

“You hurt me too
With your whips and chains
You look at me
In that fake disdain
You see, we
Can’t remain this way this way this way
Free me
From this leather entwined
And feel me
My crimson back behind
I can’t remain this way this way this way”