Pain Bond

The slut of my dreams has chained me to her cross,
sins to cure, entwined with lust’s cost.
Left in darkness, stripped of sight,
whimpering, crying—ashamed of my delight.

A pursuit of pleasure through exquisite pain,
deranged in the thrill of torment’s reign.
Each lash, each cry, a desperate plea,
yet bound in this darkness, I am set free.

Penance and pleasure, twisted, entwined,
seeking absolution in the depths of her mind.
The chains bite deep, but the release is sweet,
a surrender to desire, a masochist’s defeat.

Blindfolded, lost in this sacrificial game,
I wear my torment like a scarlet flame.
Pursuing an ideology, pleasure in pain,
craving the bite, the sting, the chain.

For in this agony, I find my release,
a moment of suffering that grants me peace.
A deranged devotion, an unholy creed—
bound to her cross, fulfilling my need.