In our ways

Into the abysmal chasm I gaze.
Bound by the tuss of a lust for pain.
I revere my scourge through my darkened days,
Bereft of cessation, my existence disdain.

Behold, I create a world estranged,
Nights of obsession, sadistic and vain.
Your body my tenure, by my clout it is changed.
Acquiescent, inviting, and mine to gain.

From the abysmal chasm I rise.
The pedagogue to your naked body abased.
Devoid of all shame with need in your eyes.
Scaturient and lustful, our bodies engaged.