Crusty Whites 

Stamp on my spleen,

As I fold around you,

Dutifully, caress flesh,

I go, still, unnoticed.

Nail my bowels,

With jagged dead nails,

Whilst press me,

Into submission,

With calloused grooves.

Freed I am! Lovely air tickles my pores,

Lungs fill as master rests his bare hardened heels.

My unwashed spine zags, heaps, wilts in the corner.

Briefly hung, hearts thump as master returns, with new flesh,

Scarlet cheeked, prises open my gullet. Jaws ajar, he fucks me.

Flailing in dissent, ribs bow out and intestines fill, seams seeping life,

I return to my corner, squelch. In the blinding sticky mess of frustration,

I love you, master.