Pleasure Of Pain

I'm consumed by pleasure and tormented pain,
Pain of lust, like mists of passionate rain.
My wrists are tied to the bed where I lay,
A slave in your kingdom, I am the game you play.
Shackles and chains, whips and cream,
Reality, fantasy, is this hell or a dream.
Erotic in a sense, but sadistic at its best,
Exotic rivers of sweat, trickle along my breast.
Your fingers explore me inside and out,
The deeper your inside me the more I want to shout.
Intoxicated by hurt, slits in my flesh,
Around my ankles, held captive by mesh.
My gothic fire burns like dancing stars in the night,
then the flicker fades at the end of my sexual delight.