Once again it flows through my veins
The feeling of want has no more need
to drive me insane
I now have the need to feed -
To quench my thirst
and to make someone bleed
Ropes, chains and and surgical steel
Just tools of the trade
Mandatory for what I feel
I need to hear the beg
Of a slave crying for more
Perched beside my leg
Pleading for pain
Her pet pulsing in anticipation
Once again it will be the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
pain is piece of love, , happy new year