Flying in Chains

I freely consent, my love.

Indulge my need for pleasure and pain.

I love it like the sweet and salty of peanut butter

The hot and cold of an open window on a wintry day

The dappled sunlight on my face when the seasons turn pleasant.

The loud noises of crowds while I observe from afar,

Or ice cubes on my hot, sweaty skin.

I need pain and pleasure BOTH.

I freely give my consent.

Take it.