Paradise
Your grasp held me tight
A willing prey I dutifully oblige
embracing your whip I find happiness in its cut
with a smile I gladly take each strike
It’s an addiction
your infliction, a bittersweet lure
I fear the beauty in my affliction
yet drawn to your masochistic strain
My obsession
An opioid to my pain
The screams from your oppression
A soothing balm to my wounds
In the twist fate of longing
I pity my suffering, no,I love it
If there was ever a home
In your shackles, there it would be
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