I Wish It Would Rain

Reflections in my window pane show tortures sweet and sublime.

Catching my eye as the whip cracks on your flesh.

The weals stand out like a network of passion.

Passion and lashes.

You beg me on your bended knee to spare you the rod of desire.

I brush you aside as the breeze catches the veil.

Your unsullied features look at me enraptured.

Enraptured and captured.

I ravish your purity leaving virtue intact,

As a sign of the pain you have caused,

You mark me for life with bitter contemot.

Temptations sensation.

Touched by the presence of corrupting emotion,

Your spirit cries out to be broken,

On a wheel of my making, a wheel of my choosing,

A wheel of unfettered rage.