EMBRACE
The Cid
Spill your words;
Go on tour along with folds─
My folds
That weren't carved
Only for you,
Whereas tonight,
Not a single sucker can
Wreck them like you do.
I would bite my lip for every slap
I would be willing to receive.
I would dance in the moonlight
For your pleasure.
I would relish the taste of the sky
Atop the sheet.
Would be fine to be scourged;
I belong at your feet.
You would see
My precious movements─
My emulative ups and downs.
You can castigate me for every slip─
You are assented to pin me down.
I would happily let you
Step on my bearish soul.
Strip my slender elegance,
Deafen me with a heavenly brawl.
Martyrize me in whatever way
Until your ways are my ways.
I would go through it all;
I want to die in your embrace.
