Surrender

yield your wrists
to my device of
love-pain.
(it's tragically slick with
your protests.)
do you love my pain?
(it's squinting in the
sunlight, written on my
countenance
in bold.)

I adore your agony…
(it's charming)
especially when you
refuse
to surrender.

Notes: Don't assume that I'm some sadist if you're reading this. I just find the concept that people find pleasure in other people's pain intriguing, so I wrote about it.