The Darker Side of Love

My hands are streatched above my head

tied to the posts with strong chain

My humiliation is complete

I feel so alone,

until he comes in.

My heart rate increases (with fear?)

My body tenses (trepidation?)

My breathing is harsh, torn from my lungs

and I try to shrink back alone.

He comes to me, sees into my mind,

he is there with me, in this barren night.

He holds me close, whilst I cry, comforting.

It seems to slip his mind,

he was the reason I cried.

And when he leaves, my body so aches

but that is nothing compared to my mind

which aches with a fevor to see him again,

for he is the darker side of love

that I can't withstand