Obscene

I feel the bit in my mouth
as I try not to scream.
Your breath travels south
as I end my regime.

They name it a senseless action—
the pounding of meat to stone—
but it’s a thrilling exaction
as you batter me to the bone

and it is an utter revelation
when my unconditional surrender
causes me pained elation—
then a final splendor.