Fear

I want the fear in your eyes.
The lust.
The desire.

I taste it.
I smell it.
I can hear it in your voice.
I can feel the energy churning within you.

I want to tear into you like a feast.
Devour you.
Consume you.
Carry you away on a wave of bliss.
Then wipe the canvas clean and start again.

Feed on your fear to satiate my lust.
Tremble in anticipation before me.

I wrote this after a very hard session with A. I discovered that I do have a sadistic side, and as long as the consent is there, I can push hard against pain boundaries.