glutton for punishment

there's a darkness rising
a wicked desire aching in my core
I form an invitation between us
strung together with slamming doors
and haughty words

please, please, please

my unruly ways need a firm hand
bent over in a helpless little mess
burning red cheeks and a sobbing plea
no where to run but into a hellish bliss
clenched into a grip stronger than mine

please, Daddy, I'll be good

the bass in your voice carries me away
like the melody to a sacrilegious lover's song
I fall at your feet like a repentant sinner
swallowing my punishment with a greedy mouth
every drop like water to Lazarus' tongue

mark me as your whore

silence this screaming inside me
I beg of you
abuse me, use me....

thank you, sir, may I have another?