Give me a minute to understand what you've just told me about yourself.
Candle wax, riding crops
and handcuffs are one thing but this is another.
Is this what I have to do to find love;
Is this the kind of pain I have to endure?
Sleeping Beauty with a Sleep Fuck Fetish--
Happy Endings dissolved into pleas of helplessness.
Maybe this is all you really wanted; a damsel in distress.
Maybe this is what I needed --
a lover with an iron fist.
Help me bang this out. Slap me around like a child's toy,
wake my batteries up with the palm of your hand.
Let me give you a few more moments of pleasure before I die of this.
Don't hate me for what I am; my bravado, my vibrato
-- that soft quivering sound that I produce once you are done with me;
the essence of exhaustion -- I just want to exorcise this ego,
I want to be lesser than myself.
I just want to get all the juice out and honestly,
I just want to be yours completely before I run out of steam.
Bound and gagged you proclaim that this is love.
Someone telling you what to do,
someone meting out your pleasure and your pain.
The rope digs into my flesh, it rubs me pink and pinker still.
It burns me red. And this, this is love?