The Pain You Give Me Is Love
I will follow you, dark lady,
Through rainy streets
That could never dampen my desire
To be beside you,
To the small apartment
You share with your older sister;
And if your sister is at work,
I’ll slowly remove your clothes
Like Christmas wrapping paper
Until I attain the gift
Of your true pristine beauty.
I will kiss and linger at your breasts
With tears in my eyes
Like a tired and wounded soldier
Finally arriving at his peaceful home.
And If I please you,
You will bite my shoulder
Until I whimper
Like a kicked dog,
But the pain you give me is love
And I will never ask you to change.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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