I Wrote This When I Was 15, It Doesn't Have A Title

I found pleasure in the ropes that bound me to you
You would pull tighter and tighter
And I swore myself your subject
The tighter the ropes, the louder my cry

No, not a painful cry
Though it came near to one
You drew me closer to you
My arms crossed and burned

I never questioned the pain
The ropes cut and drew blood
Forced me upon my knees to you
And you savored my suffering

I give all I have to you
And what I don't give, you take
Lifting me up by my chin
Lips lingering just inches apart

I'll take it with quiet whimpers of obedience
It's not like I have a choice
If I did, you'd have me by my wrists
Because I'm worth only your time

Will it always be like this?
My love for you bringing such pain
That's okay, I never minded anyway
If you'll have me, I'll be yours forever...