Mercy, mercy, mercy.
The pain empassions me and gets the blood,
(and other juices) flowing.
At your Masterful hand,
...
My soul drowns in the inky blackness
of loneliness.
My solace is the cat-o-nine's whiskers
licking my flesh.
...
Whip me. Tease me. Do not please me.
Does it please you, then?
I need a strong master.
I need him like the nocturnal
...
You have a dark chamber
I know you do.
We all do.
It's the one you keep hidden
...
I am
The periphery of your sight.
The nameless face in a turbulent sea.
I am the watcher.
...