Sir

She is no more than parchment for me to write my pain upon  
Created for my blindfold and prod, broken since her dawn  
But I promise to collect her pieces and to make her whole
As I write my scripture upon her flesh my adhesive takes hold  
 
But there are so many defaults and blown fuses needing to be reset  
Damage buried so fucking deep and yet so hard to forget  
Do we really need boundaries, do you think a safe word will help  
The pain is our addiction boo and this is but one of to many steps    
 
First I need for you to acknowledge what you are and accept my cure  
You have to be willing to accept a darkness this just, this pure  
As I handcuff you to the bed all fears of pain must be forgot  
Stripped of all earthly pressures, your embarrassment, your doubts  
 
There's no shame in your nipples hardening and creaming for my whip  
As between lashes it snakes along from your inner thigh to your nips  
Please allow me to lower myself over your face so that you may eat  
You can eat the shit of the world that you've decided you can't beat  
 
You can't control, shit you can't handle or fucking understand it  
Apply more pressure to my balls, toss my salad, I'm just as damaged  
Suck that pre glue out of that head as I reach back with a choking grip  
Ignore the slaps across the fucking face as you edge the motherfucking tip  
 
Now that's a good girl, I can feel the very atoms of you merging  
As I slid an egg into your pussy, I can feel our bond surging  
Who needs a safe word as the vibrations surge within your core  
As so many pains emotionally collide and yet you need so much more  
 
As I release you and command you to roll over, you squirt the egg out  
For being such a naughty girl, you're force to hold it in your mouth  
Roll over boo and give the world a perfect fucking ass to kiss  
As the prod slaps you across the ass, you now fiend for this  
 
You now feel a purpose to be, to serve, to fucking be needed by me  
Although you beg for more from the prod, you offer up your pussy  
No more than a hole, a gut, some place to hide my pain  
A place to grudge fuck, bust a nut, and share my own form of shame  
 
With visions of the whip dancing along beads of sweat bouncing off of skin  
This drives me insane, I exist in a frenzy as I try to pound my way in  
Come on boo let me pull your pieces back together again  
I promise no other Sir can make sense of all your pain