it is love when you want to scratch his eyes out and smother him with kisses

it is love when you bind him and whisper in his ears "are you feeling well my god?"

"my lord, my master"
pull the whip and lash it against the pale flesh.
do you feel the pain? pain is good.

trail the fresh wound with the frigid tongue.
make him wince.

is it love?
it is love.

it is not too much.
it is just enough.

love me. feel me. hurt me.