Rush of the Tightwire

if You give me an inch,
i'll give You an infinity
for these apexes of pain,
this masochistic divinity.

i could oft sell my soul
without once thinking twice,
for one more moment of bliss,
another dark, twisted vice.

i thought You had me ensnared,
tangled up - no way out.
now i know i trap myself,
surrendering to You helpless, devout.

worship You
on my knees
please don't dare
listen to my pleas
mercy is not
the mercy i desire
i want the rush
of the tightwire

if You slap my face,
i will turn the other cheek.
put me in my place;
tell me i am Your little freak.

tie my hands up high,
bind my ankles far apart,
arrange me any way You like,
Your private, living work of art.

tease me from behind;
whisper sweet menace in my ear.
pull and twist and claw and strike,
a thrill of ecstacy in fear.

worship You
on my knees
please don't dare
listen to my pleas
mercy is not
the mercy i desire
i want the rush
of the tightwire