Struggling against her mighty iron grasp,
Her sharp nails digging deep into his skin,
Those eyes show no remorse of this grave sin.
"Please stop," in desperation he attempts to rasp,
In intense pain escapes his lips, a gasp,
Enjoying his suffering plight-her win.
Her lips protruding in an evil grin,
She eventually loosens her clasp.
But instead of relief flooding his heart,
Crept upon his skin, a feeling of aghast.
What is the truth behind this reaction?
Recalled her love-what a torturous art!
Desired his body the thrill of the past,
Realized- Pain gave him satisfaction.
