Bind My Heart

I can't decide if I like what he does to me...but it's wrong...so I shouldn't...right?

Tie me up,

pin me down.

Take control

of my every movement.

 

Punish me

for my imperfections.

Beat me

for my mistakes.

 

Take your sick pleasure

and leave me by myself.

 

You disapper in the the distance

leaving me battered.

 

Althought you've left,

bruises in the shapes of your fingers

decorate my body,

reminding me

of who I belong to.

 

Night after night

I tell myself

that it's abuse

that it's wrong.

 

But when I'm lost in the moments -our moments-

lust covers all reason.

I think

"What if I want it?"

 

Loving the sick games

we play.

 

I couldn't live

without your twisted love

no matter how much

it hurts.

 

I try to pull away

but the way you hold me back

makes me want more.

Author's Note

Honestly, this isn't very good compared to my other previous pieces that I have written, and I'm new here, so I'm probably not making a very good impression, but I promise, there's much better things to come :)

Reviews

[HopelesslyDevoted]

this is good, keep it up, love your style

[SpokenWord]

Daring is your pen to trace through the possibility that someone could like being abused physically, to the more enlightened soul they would understand that this is masochist enjoying the talents of a sadist. If no one gets hurt and both accept the responsibility of the action and both are consenting then can anyone truly say that is wrong? On second thought yes I can imagine a few organizations based on purity that would have all of us think that anything that brings fleshly pleasure is wrong and sinful, however not everyone is cut from that piece of cloth.

I love how the person came to the conclusion that they enjoyed it, it is hard to say it, harder to confess it openly but it is beautiful to experience the freedom of being who one is.

Superb write