Just me....

Tender bruises polka dot my forsaken body
Pretty pink welts cross my pale skin
Thin red lines encase my wrists and ankles
Basking in my agony
Sexual bliss has befallen me
Taken me to the edge
Touched me, joined me
Turned me into art
Desecrated my dark sanctity
Crowned me with honour craved by whores
the slightest touch will not reach me
Strong will has been besieged
Grabbed and tortured by perilous lust
Refusing my own desire for thought of my own gratification
I am left longing for more
Waiting to prove my devotion
Seeking new experiences I have yet to even discover
Yearning to be coerced and bemused
My body and mind are forsaken
Supplication knows me well
To open me is to know me
To take me is to be my friend
Deep secrets locked away
Find the key and teach me
For all I know are my own darkest desires