Notes: Hmmm... the muses kissed me today in the morning. I have never written a poem before while still lying in my bed, just having woken up. Must have been some dreams, huh~
I don’t want to extinguish those wet flames of pain~
Through those deviously played games so stained
I feel impishly free and cured, and so I remain
Crying bitter tears of sweet agony, mewling your name.
Give me pain, dirty me, melt my molted skin,
Violate me, balance it, on that ridge so feather-thin.
Though I want to be more than a toy with which you please yourself
I am content with what I am given before you put me back on icy shelf.
Desire keeps me burning for your skin to touch mine,
To taste your sweat and sweet lips, intoxicating like wine.
Only an instant of mirth before you push me back into dirt,
Dolefully depraved, heathenly healed by you who grazes and hurts.
Yes, I answer, my head lowered in shame, I want to be yours forever,
Please bind me to you, be it with a gold ring or scarring black leather.
Just, whatever you do, how much pain you ever will give,
Just never desert me, stay true, please, for as long as I live.