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EStrict -> Beat me Master (poem) (1/15/2004 3:51:54 PM)
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This is a poem I actually wrote years ago that I stumbled across recently:
Beat me Master
Beat me Master, I cry in need.
Make me pay for my awful deed.
Make me feel the sting of the lash,
hear me yell, watch me thrash.
Do I get joy from this pain?
And if not, what's there to gain?
Why beg punishment by your hand?
Why lay beneath where you stand?
Beat me Master! Beat me please!
Beat me Master, I beg on my knees.
Beat me, beat me cause me pain.
Beat me Master, I beg again.
'Cause if you beat me, I will bruise.
and you will leave marks of your use.
And when I look in the reflecting glass,
I'll see the marks there on my ass.
And when I touch the tortured flesh,
Oh yes, I'll shiver in distress,
But in time, the marks will go,
and then perhaps my tears won't flow.
For pain and bruising can't compare
to the silence of my love, so dear.
The knife that rips right through my heart,
as silence grows, and we're apart.
So beat Master, hurt me please.
of this I beg you, hear my pleas,
take the time to cause me pain,
teach me, forgive me, then love me again
© EStrict 1999
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