Masochist
Twisted, when pain is the only recognized affection.
gentle touches are met with scorn and frustration.
What's wrong with flowers and I love you?
Isn't a hug enough?
Rope tight on skin, cold naked shivers, anticipating pain
Grabbing deep, past skin into muscle,
Air filling the space inside you bite to keep in the sound
Doting with bruises, longing for torture, hot wax melts
Threats are now romantic promises
Flirting is a brand new challenge
Adapting for your muse
That's love.
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