I ask you to beat me
I like it fast
I need to want, ache, moan, scream, soar ...
Only when he uses power
Do I pant, ask, urge, lust, worship ...
Tell him Death would pound her knife
On bare skin, it's like boiling blood
But it could smear like honey ...
I lie languidly, weak, drunk, asleep
Chaining my eternity to my top
For his love cools like a flood
But my dream is never true ...
