It is done

The storm has finished raging
Your body worn out and sore
Skin covered with glowing welts
No suffering anymore

Muffled sounds are disappearing
Leaving you in total bliss
Quetly you float away now
Shivering from His last kiss

Body broken, bashed and beaten
Lying sprawled across the floor
But tomorrow you will be begging
Do it all to me once more...


© WanderingSpirits 2001