Twisted

My twisted little mind,
and twisted little rhymes


here's some words,
to take some time.


i love rope,
pain,
yelling,
and games.


being loud,
screaming no,
taking over,
and being controlled.


some might call me a masochist,
but for some reason i prefer being referred to as being submissive.


tie me up,
scream my name,
torture me with your tongue,
puncture my skin with your fangs.


this is fun,
thinking about these kinds of things,
you know i just might start to sing.


oh now that rhyme was a little cheesy,
so let me get back to my fantasy.


i want you on top of me,
pulling my hair,
throwing a chair,
coming at me with sin in your eyes,
lust in your voice,
please make me cry.


i need to be beat,
dominated,
told what to do,
for this is the only way i can enjoy myself too.


when i remember the days,
that were reality,
i start to wonder,
was everything just a dream? another one of my twisted fantasies?
or did you really do these things to me?