Before the freezer.

Let your mind describe this on its own.

Encased in cellophane, movement is limited...
Consumed by wrath, and desire. Screaming for
some sort of savior, or samariton with its deed
left to occupy. Fingers far more grotesque
than the sensation of arachnid infest.

Life hanging by string, as thin as dental floss.
Striking the cords like a sitar, listen carefully
the music will sound faint at first. Invitation
lacking, viewing the captor dance alone to
wind like whistling. Noise growing louder.

Lie still, pretending to be lifeless. Pulsation
screaming existence, a mindless game to play.
Bones structured, soon hold no form at all...
Gasping beneath the seran wrap, pleading...
Soulless, sadistic, voyeur continues.

Hell on earth. Heaven to the filthy demon
now draping himself upon his lover...
Slave to the submissive mind. Caress the mallet,
much like a woman. Softly, until its stroked
phallic. Embrace the ride, then darkness.

Author's Note

A bit grotesque, foul moods create filthy poetry.