Yield

Surrender to me your flesh
Beyond all others
For I would teach you sweet suffering
The pleasures you have chosen
Are but a window to the shadows within
The fleshly offerings I give
Will provide you with new meanings
An understanding of the purity of pain
Unimagined realms
Seemingly longed for sensations
These shall be yours
As you embrace my being
I shall garrotte your mind
Flay your flesh
All with the cool fire of my touch
Only surrender
I will be yours

© 2005, Mosquitobyte