As you gaze
and come to recognize
the black fire within me,
and realize you’re now claimed,
you say, “no gothic rose
can be dominated!
Try to scorch my petals!
Try torching my soul!
Until it’s ashes
are lost in the wind,
I dare you!”
I nodded.
“Challenge accepted,”
I whispered.
Parting your petals
until I was as deep as I could go.
You feel this bleach-white statue
slithering in and out of you.
Then you attack…
like your vagina possesses teeth…
And puncture
with your daggers,
their tips scratch,
then grind,
lacerating me,
with every powerful stroke
that I push in and out of you.
The lips of your vagina now bloody,
your teeth now blood-soaked,
no squirting of thick white creme
out from my stone-hard penis,
I withdraw forever from inside you.
This statue now bleeding
streams of blood, thick and red,
your torment has ended,
and mine has only begun!









I love no Gothic rose can be dominated. This had me along for the ride. Enjoyed this.
Powerfully penned, Daniel. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian