Revelations of a Twisted Titan

How to tell you mere mortals how it really feels
Earning my exalted place on this Greek Mount

To say I’m godlike is not a stretch at all
Since I create this dark world of my own

Never having to pretend to become someone else
For this sadistic gentleman is truly my bare essence

The ground is statically charged, the air rarefied
The only things existing are I, she, here and now

Having my wickedest way with “k” who submits
Only limited by red, the most existential of words

With every knot, each locked cuff, she surrenders
Her power and will lovingly offered up before me

Despite the intoxication I am calm and focused
Wearing the mantle of dominant with a wry smile

She professes that I block out the very sun
Making her feel small, curbed, and perfect

The games we play are real, the stakes the highest
No less than pain, pleasure, life, and death itself

Not the place for the faint of heart or insecurity
An evil bloody Tango barefoot upon razor blades

I bet you still wonder how I feel about it all
Any guilt, fear, shame, hesitation, or doubt

To that I can answer resolutely pas de tout
Sadistic authenticity fitting me tailor made

I do not lie when I offer to reveal empathy
Since I’ve experienced all that I do confer

Each smack, flog, clamp, plug, electrode
Even the slathering of Bengay on genitals

So go ahead and pass your lame judgment
Label me sick, twisted, disturbed, perverse

Then go back to your safe, bland vanilla world
Eternal monotony and endless missionary sex

Just don’t be too frightened by all my ruckus
Fierce thunder and lightning up on Olympus