Prestige

Like an artist,
paint my body in all that is you.
Purples and blues,
mark me with every hue.

A firm strike of your hand,
there’s deliverance of pleasure.
You collect my tears,
they’re a treasure.

My begging is ignored,
It is you that knows what I can endure.
Past limits we leap,
I unravel with every shriek.

Using my every fear against me
I fall so freely,
into the darkness of our dance.
Such a ruthless romance.

Like a song on repeat,
you beautifully shatter every piece.
Finding pleasure in wrecking me,
your greatest masterpiece.

In you I find my way,
the darkness so bright.
Like a moth attracted to a flame
You are my light.

Under your wing of safety,
this pain is my home.
You rule over the lands like a king on a throne.
The beauty in every beating,
Is when you play savior and redeem me.

You love me until I’m whole again,
A dose of clarity.
It is in you and your cruelty that I find my peace.
My sanctuary.

Your ownership is a shrine,
I’m now freely in my divine.
Serving with a gratitude,
I strive to please.
Worshipping you with the greatest prestige.