PRINCE OF LUST

by Lucien Burr

Which is why I want to ruin my life, you see. I am older. I am jaded. And I no longer think God is merciful.

I knew if I were to linger in the world, then I would do the unthinkable. I would fall in love with a man. I would touch him. I would love it.

Let Hell take me. Let my soul burn forever. Let me be disgraced in the eyes of men and God.

What has God’s love given you except shame? What has God ever done for you?”

Let the Devil have me.

In order to summon him, you must be filled with true desire for him. Draw the symbol. Draw blood. With the same hand that drew blood, touch yourself as you wish to be touched.

God had been a detour, and pleasure was the only thing I wished to worship.

You’ve been wanting it for years. Someone to open up your body. To take it. To make you take it. To hold you down as they ruin you.”

Make me an object. Make me yours. Compare me to something to be discarded, something useless at best, a body to be fucked. Make me forget everything but the feel of your cock.

“If you’re going to be my bitch,” it growled, “you won’t be wearing God’s dog collar.”