Another poem, not very old, but not very new either

since i couldn't think of anything for this week's TOP, i've decided to post another one of the poems that i wrote for my creative writing class. it's an interesting poem to say the least. it's a little on the rated "r" side, but i hope that the images are not too strong and overwhelming. critiques and questions are welcome.

Painting by Moonlight

The moonlight caresses the purity of my bare skin

through half-opened blinds; a fresh canvas

on which to paint the beautiful portrait of Your cruelty.

i plead for the painting to start, to feel the strokes

as they make red lines and splotches. Your brush is cool

as it meaders down my spine; i shiver, anticipating the first

stroke. It slices through the air and i welcome the heat as it cuts

through my resistance, opening the door

to a hidden part of my soul; a door only You can open.

i hear a voice counting each stroke and realize

it's my own. A cloud settles in front of the moon, throwing

the room in darkness. i lose myself in the loud sharp strokes

of Your painting, needing and wanting, though the pain

is almost too much. With each stroke bruising

Your canvas, i remember the tough road we traveled

to get to this place, and the reason You chose this beautiful

isolated house on the outskirts of Savannah.

With no neighbors, there was no one to hear my cries.