Tender bruises polka dot my forsaken body Pretty pink welts cross my pale skin Thin red lines encase my wrists and ankles Basking in my agony Sexual bliss has befallen me Taken me to the edge Touched me, joined me Turned me into art Desecrated my dark sanctity Crowned me with honour craved by whores the slightest touch will not reach me Strong will has been besieged Grabbed and tortured by perilous lust Refusing my own desire for thought of my own gratification I am left longing for more Waiting to prove my devotion Seeking new experiences I have yet to even discover Yearning to be coerced and bemused My body and mind are forsaken Supplication knows me well To open me is to know me To take me is to be my friend Deep secrets locked away Find the key and teach me For all I know are my own darkest desires