Spring mists, vanilla essence,
Sheets of silk and dimmed light,
You drooled, I unrobed, we began.
When you pricked me
With needles and sharp pins,
Did I not bleed?
When shoelaces choked
And hands dislodged my throat,
Did I not retch and gag?
When you lashed and hit
With belts and horse whips,
Did you not see purple welts?
When lavender candles melted,
Oozed and burned hair and skin,
Did you not hear my scream?
Bruises, wounds, pregnant burns,
Smearing blood and stripes of red,
You orgasmed, I faked, we ended.