Transfiguration

Transfiguration

I come to you.
Bowed under the burden of my anxieties from mundane to insane and back again.
Zig-zagging through my mind a million times a minute.
Telling myself there’s nothing in it
and carrying on
Under the weight of worry
and the constriction of holding it—well, me—together.
Your smile puts my mind on mute
Your touch scrambles the frequency
Your bites produce dead air
as all that care screams from between my lips.
Your pain-giving fingers, fists and feet push the secret buttons
That reset my mind
Silence.
Then screams of agonised ecstasy
cleansing my soul
Through erotic epiphany.
Transfigured
By your gift of beautiful brutality.
Transcendent
Slate wiped clean.
Body marked and aching
I begin again.
Refreshed, renewed
by your hands.

 

Victoria Blisse

Victoria Blisse is known as the Queen of Smut, Reverend to the kinky and is the Writer in Residence at Cocktails and Fuck Tales. She’s also an angel. Ask anyone. Mancunian Odd Duck, her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories along with her own particular brand of humour and romance that bring laughs and warm fuzzies in equal measure. Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

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