She lies for me, begging to feel her pain,

And I thrill at the sound of the whip stinging,

And the sight of her bound to our bed,

Her passionate cries like an angel singing.

Her head is bowed as I stand behind her,

And ask her what it is she desires,

“Only to please you, My love”,

Are the words that fuel my fire.

I let fall the wax from the candle,

And she writhes in her pleasure and pain,

Calling out for more, pleading for mercy,

And I fulfill her again and again.

A ritual of love, of pain, of deepest devotion,

Culminating in the release of sweetest need,

As we fall together in a pool of blood, sweat, and tears,

That through our ritual has been freed.

We complete the ritual of love with a torrent of deepest release.

A final cry becomes a sigh into the night.

With passion spent we lie together silently,

In that place between the dark and the light.

Passion and Pleasure,,, Intense