If I could find
another way
to have all the things I
d e s i r e
carelessly discarded
at my feet,
I'd take it.
There are no answers
to this riddle.
I've searched, I
n e e d
what I have here,
beyond closed doors,
waiting.
Baby, be bad now.
Though some say
this delicious
addiction is sin, my
w a n t
overpowers control.
I own you here,
with ball and chain.
Prepare yourself
for the fight
I create, I
a d o r e
soft bruises, I'll
lay them upon you
like ambrosial kisses.
Baby, be bad now.
I have come to liberate.
merciful leather,
there are things I
c r a v e
that sweetness
cannot subdue. I'm
in love with affliction.
One small drop will
never suffice, I
am the god, I
l u s t
for rivers that
never cease,
they flow around me
Baby, be bad now.
If I could find
another way
to have all the things I
d e s i r e
carelessly discarded
at my feet,
I'd take it.
There are no alleys
left unjournyed
I know them all, I
t h i r s t
for something more
than normality,
the agony in your eyes.
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