Say it to me, baby,
that you want me—still—
after all that I've done to you,
and only.
I hear you breathing out hot
—lying flattened on the cold floor—
even after the hard bruisin'
you've gone through—swell, sure it was.
And I wrecked such havoc on you
all because I care for you,
nothing more, nothing less.
I beat you up swell
to get you in a better shape
just like a sculptor
beating his stone
into the shape of David—bare naked.
I'm modern Michelangelo, so to say,
and I want you
to whisper to me
that you crave me,
that you desire still
such tyranny of mine
even more. So just say it,
for your perfection
and a sheer thrill that follows
—all these right at our hands—are so close.
Wicked as it is,
my whispering to you demands it.
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 9:38 PM UTC
Say it to me, baby,
that you want me—still—
after all that I've done to you,
and only.
I hear you breathing out hot
—lying flattened on the cold floor—
even after the hard bruisin'
you've gone through—swell, sure it was.
And I wrecked such havoc on you
all because I care for you,
nothing more, nothing less.
I beat you up swell
to get you in a better shape
just like a sculptor
beating his stone
into the shape of David—bare naked.
I'm modern Michelangelo, so to say,
and I want you
to whisper to me
that you crave me,
that you desire still
such tyranny of mine
even more. So just say it,
for your perfection
and a sheer thrill that follows
—all these right at our hands—are so close.
Wicked as it is,
my whispering to you demands it.
(C) Copyright: Saul Bae (Sungmoo Bae)
Last Revised: 21th of December, 2020.
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