Fobidden

[Persaius]

Oh, It burns.
Deep inside me, so deep, it burns.
Incrementally,
Stretched,
Forced to accommodate.
The burn is relentless, hungry, consuming—all encompassing.
I can’t breathe…
My breaths are shallow, too fast, there’s not enough oxygen in the room.
Fire licks up the nerve endings of my spine.
My back bows under the pressure and my face pushes into the floor.
I am consumed.
My body ignites.
Nipples harden ,
My clit swells,
My womb weeps,
Moisture breaks out in the small of my back.

Pushed deeper, deeper into my body, deepest into my soul, I am purified in the fire.
It is forbidden.
It is desirable
It is dominating.

My world shrinks down to the flame that is his thickness,
Invading my world from behind.
I am taken, sparked… driven.

Finally, my body accepts the invasion.
Muscles quivering uncontrollably,
I fight to force myself back onto him.
More, I need more.
I want the flames inside of me,
I demand its purification,
its freedom,
its rebellion.
Scalding pleasure consumes my mind.
Nothing exists except the forbidden.
I want to accept…
I am forced to accept.
I do accept.