I love,

I love to be learned

to surrender to the pain,

mind melting in the perfect slap,

in the grip, in every cane’s muffled cry.

I love,

I love to forget to choose, to yield it all to his mind,
the verdict carved, my fate defined,
heartbeat hammers, fierce and blind,
I bite my lip as tears confide.

I love,

I love to be lost,

it is my reward,

a bet won by my soul.

I love,

I love to be found,

it is his prize, his pride,

a mindless toy for his joy.

I love,

I love to be filled, devoured,

stretched wide, claimed entire,

every depth conquered till I expire

in soul-shattering, screaming fire

I love,

I love to be his,

the one whose gaze holds mine tight,

whose traces you glimpse and yearn with spite,

yet lack the will to seize or fight.

Your ring owns me, it's true,

but I’m all his,

his rules, my wish,

his loving arms, his sweet kiss,

my prison, my salvation.

I love you,

you know this,

I love to be fucked, is true,

but you love it,

don’t you!

As you love me.