Possessed/Possessing

I love her, I hate her.
I want her,
I want to hurt her.
I want to hear her cry,
I want to hear her cry my name.
I want to taste her skin,
I want to taste her sorrow.
I want to rape her and to own her;
I want to force her to her knees.
I want to free her, follow her, and obey her heed.
I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine.
What does she see there through eyes blue as a storm surged sea?
Why can't she see it in me?