the everlasting scorching sting of the scourge
scarlet globules cascade like autumn rain
with the whistling whip my flesh shall merge
I shall revel in the fiery delight of this pain
every luscious lash leaves its sacred imprint
adorning the skin with the symbols of zeal
yet it is not in the name of divinity’s glint
but rather a flaring fire which very few feel
like a stray mongrel with its tail set ablaze
I shall forever be led by agonizing gratification
enchanted by a hypnotic hot-blooded haze
a cycle of sensational pain and painful sensation