My fist squeezes tight
My fist squeezes tighter
My fist is your delight
It sets your soul on fire
Feel its' power on your throat
Feel its' fingers in your hair.
Feel it's power full wide open,
as it takes your virtue from down there.
Feel that fist now open wide.
Feel the power in its' palm.
Feel the sting against your skin,
like a poet writing psalms.
See it tying up your flesh now.
See it picking up the whip?
Know now, it's time for silence,
as it let's the leather rip.
Feel that angry fist now...
with all it's anger drained.
As it applies the healing salves
and washes clean the stain.
Your ordeal isn't over.
The fist knows this too.
It's pasion now turned soft,
as it seeks to comfort you.
It holds you tight, its' mate,
Its' yin to yang proclaimed.
Its' love clear but unspoken.
Its' gifts clearly framed.
It keeps you safe, behind it.
more than prisoner, more than guest
For you have given yourself to my fist.
and for this, you will be blessed.