The Nth Degree

 
Her breaths are heavy and steady in the dark
Like a premonition of something vile approaching
Full of anticipation for that which she finds stimulating
By some unknown force that may pull her under…
There she finds pleasure and pain to be the same
Mind bending and excruciating to the Nth degree
Surrendering without restriction to this new addiction
Into the murk that lurks all around her…
There she finds a balance between dread and satisfaction
For every need and fear she quivers in fright and delight
For every lust her blood runs cold into the ground
As waves of death bring her closer to ultimate ecstasy