gift of Pain

in the darken hemlock
where the shadows always reign
we drank of sticky pleasures
with just a sip of pain

for when my love intoxicates
and her eyes glow under charm
she wispers desperate pleads
for the caresses that would harm

though I'd rather give her kisses
and tender little pecks
she smiles from my scratches
and askes for violent sex

but she is an iris blossom
as soft as petal tips
i'd never shake her so hard
but it came from her own lips

she brings me toys of ouches
and ropes for ankle and wrist
she likes the bondage tight
moaning under the knots I twist

a smack, a squeeze, the slaps
the bites that make her groan
she rocks in wet excitement
into ecstacies never known

insanities come tumbling out
as she shivers from visions unseen
she begs for my hand apon her throat
and for words harsh and mean

but I hated hurting my flower
I told her I'd do no more
but then she started to cry
it was her heart I now tore

so I held her in my arms
and squeezed with all my might
till I felt her flesh swell
and i took a loving bite

she cried out in release
enwrapped by thorny lust
tied down by her designs
devoted in her trust

she lets go inside the straps
and wiggles under the pain
I lick every shiny tear
and hear her call my name

I hold her till she coos
and lets out alittle sigh
she slips into a tender sleep
as I sing her a lullaby.