Sadistic minds think alike,
And our bodies create a work of art.
While, my masochistic side;
Gives you full control of my body.

Your deep moans and rapid breathing,
Feeding my darkest desires.
I'm unintentionally trusting you with my life,
As your grip around my neck tightens.

You use my body for your pleasure,
And your hands forget how to be gentle.
Leaving marks across my pale skin,
As a reminder of the night you owned me.