Gifts freely given

The pen  moved of its own volition
Sketching at a seismic rhythm of pain
Filling the sky with cascading thunderbolts

I slept on a bed of nails pricking my side
Wherefrom gushed a slimy concoction of puss
Treakling down the legs of my denim jeans

Pools of blood mixed in for good measure
Making a tasty topping for my lunchtime
Snack, as I eyed my wife in stately repose

Turning my cock to a stiff hardness at the 
Mere sight of Trish reclining
Come here I echoed diving into the passion of my life

Keep quiet my darling. Accept my gift of life
Let us be one
Now and forever.