bonds

I’ve been dreaming of you again darling-  of your sharp blades, your   crass edges eating up my longevity.  How easy it always is succumbing to  that sliver of servility you gift me with.  Nobody makes me crave pain quite like you do.   

honey

The only sweet he knows is saccharine, too cloying to be of honey but enough to satiate that bud of masochism low in her stomach. It works out for them that way, when they're teetering on the edge. The grand finale; showing how careful he is by hitting hard enough until cream skin is stained…