I feel you behind me,
the heat that you radiate,
the support your body gives me,
the steadiness, the trust.
I feel your hand holding my pain tit
and your voice in my ear… 10 hits… 20 hits…
And they come,
uno, dos, tres… one after the other,
all dosis of sweet pain
all little pieces of pleasure.
Sometimes your hand, sometimes an instrument,
but all an extension of us:
me, your Pain Doll
you, my Master, my Mister, my Evil.
I feel them again, and again,
and the world is what it is supposed to be
in this, our moment of reality,
when all doubts turn into dust
and the clarity is overwhelming.
There will never be another way…
this is how it is supposed to be,
both giving, both receiving,
the gratification of pain, the fulfillment of trust,
the rapture of being yours.