I was tired of tender considerations
I wanted an animal blinded by desire
I flirted with men, to goad him, enrage him
I'd eye them, touch their arms, their chests, stoking the fire
I saw him, betrayed, furious, maddened, watching
I smiled. he said he did not care, he was a liar
I was glad: he threw me down, tore at me, took me
I was annihilated; each tear took me higher
I knew the ecstacy, the thrill of abasement
Of obliteration, of pain, I never tired
Dying forever, broken, nailed, martyred, bleeding
Carrying the blessed child my master had sired
I had won, broken on the wheel
For what is life, but to feel?
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