I’d like each kiss to bring you pain—
To beg me: slower, harder, faster!
I’d like to make you be my slave—
And I to be your master!

I’d like your skin to weep my tears—
Blindfold so you can’t see;
I’d like to watch scarlet droplets appear—
Oh darling, bleed for me…

There is no malice in my touch—
Even if it hurts;
All this pain is wrought from love—
Even if it burns!

Even if I make you cry—
Or if I make you scream;
None of this can be a lie—
Oh darling, bleed for me…

This dreadful little gasp—
As I hold you in my arms;
In a tighter clasp—
I’d like to cause you harm!

This coppery tang between my lips—
Willingly spilled, this is so sweet;
I wish you’d surrender to this kiss—
Oh darling, bleed for me…

Chantrea Johari
06 October 2005