Perception

I live in the space in between

pleasure and pain. I crave

the gentle hand that strokes 

down my cheeks in tandem

with the hand that wields

the whip that raises my flesh

in lines of fire. I want to crawl

to you

at the same time as I want you

to drag

me across the floor. Manhandled.

Coax me and command me;

Flatter me and force me.

Make me your delicate flower, 

and your filthy whore. I am

your porcelain fucktoy. Dichotomy. 

I need you to be both the Daddy Dom

and the sadist. The pleasure Dom

and the authoritarian. Keep me

pinned in that place

where i don't know whether to moan

or scream. Where I beg for more, 

and for mercy. Tease me and take me. 

Love me and hurt me.