The Choice

It is said One must do violance to the object of one's desire; when it surrenders then will true pleasure be achieved...

But I have surrendered,
I have bared my soul...
and yet here I am...
I do not know pleasure...
I only know pain...
I do not know desire...
I only feel alone.

I want to be hurt by you,
I want you to accept my surrender,
I want to be owned,
I want to be loved.

I want to desire the pain you give me,
I want to love the hurt you cause,
I want to be controled,

I want your love,
I want your desire,
I want your pleasure to wash over me like the ocean sweeping clear the sand after a storm.
I want to melt into you,
I want to be nothing more then that which you yearn to possess and at the same time destroy.

Will you give into me even as I kneel at your feet and beg for you affection?
Will you love me?
Own me?
Punish me?
Caress me?

Will I know peace at last?
Am I to ever know the peace your love will bring me?
Or will I know only the peace of the destruction of my soul, my world at your hands?

The choice is yours.