If pleasure and pain go hand in hand. What is it I can't understand? The black eye is a sign of affection. The bruises show your addiction. Push me down a flight of stairs. That sure will show how much you care. Beat me up a little bit more. That will prove I'm the one you adore. Break my leg, my neck, my arm. The more you love me the more you will harm. Pleasure and please me. Torture and tease me. Send me to the hospital bed. Then tell me the next day you want to be wed. Toss me in your pit of desire. Kiss me and watch our love catch on fire. The days go by, the weeks, the years. I'm torn, I'm bleeding, I'm filled with fear. But I still am loved at least that's what you say. With pleasure comes pain, for you there's no other way.
Reason for writing:
For abused girls.
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