Bathed in candlelight,

An assortment of whips,
A pair of handcuffs
Beside me,
I stare at you
With trusting eyes.

You won't hurt me.
Not more than the pain,
That I accept.
And if you do,
I will live,
Because I am adept.

Fog surrounds me, us,
we disappear,
and it's all over.
Reality is less real
Than being beside you
In a candlelit room
In a dream.
The hustle of daily life,
Makes all morbid thoughts
Evaporate.

And here too,
You won't hurt me,
Not more that the pain
That I accept.
And if you do,
I will live,
.Because I am adept