The Good, The Badd, and the Ugly

Torn

my soul
bent and broken.

out of pure frustration
i cry.
i beg.

you wrap your arms around me
tenderly,
but i am already torn....
tear me more.

rope
tight and biting
into my skin.
i struggle just to make it hurt a little more.

you
lie on your back.
i
perch on top
my hands bound
behind my back

you twist the ends
around my waist
and pull.
hard.

i arch back,
my hair against your thighs.
bright light explodes

and i am whole,
again.