Just that look, and I can feel
The scratches down my back
A brush of a fingertip
And I'm pinned down
Simple words are handcuffs on my wrists
An electric pulse going further, further...
Exploding once it gets wet
With my eyes, you're undressed
The tension building on its own
Intensity only gets higher, higher...
Manifesting once we're alone
To the point where pain can only mean pleasure
A masochist's ode
"Don't be cautious...", I whisper
"...the more it hurts, the better"