i've been kissed
by a sadist
who holds my hand
and guides me softly
to dramatic
pain
at his hands
i've been held
like a child
so fragile
i could be dropped
or broken
with such ease
and no fight
i've been kissed
by a sadist
who hurt me
so fully
so hatefully
that i don't
quite
catch on
under his spell i wait
and wait
for love to greet me
like it once had done
the kiss
of the sadist
burns my flesh
exposing the weakness
underneath
but i always return
to the sadist's touch
the sadist's
kiss
the sadist
because i love
his love
and his love
is my pain
the kiss
of the sadist
makes me
a masochist