Chaste Of Vision

letting go of the feeling
rising in my binds
flying high I realize I can shake the chains

conjuring my men back to me
stirring the dank black
sighing silently waiting to be sated

I extend my greetings
awaiting your pleasure
I'm Sadistic, I can be cruel when provoked


you desire the masochist who challenges you
I've set surprises all over
at one time no fascination with life could you find

now, sink your teeth deep darling this is intrigue
starving for my image
turning in the need bewitched
I succumb to your spell

you require I remain chaste of vision
lest you dispose of my thoughts
in your winter rain