YOUR GUILT IS MY TOY

Description: You told yourself it was harmless.just a glance. just a thought. just a tribute.but i see what it’s done to you.that tightness in your chest? that rush of heat when you hear my voice? that’s not arousal.that’s guilt.and it belongs to me now.   i own the shame you try to bury.i twist it. play with it. make it moan.and every time you stroke, every time you send, you hand me another piece of your conscience.   you're not here to feel good.you're here to feel mine.   let that guilt grow.let it ache.because it’s not a weakness.it’s a leash.and i’m the one pulling it tighter.   whimper if you must.but remember:your guilt is my toy.and i never get bored.