"Is it wrong? That I have a sick and twisted mind?
I long for you, every waking second.
I long for you, even though it's wrong, and ways where it shouldn't happen.
I long for you, to scratch me with your nails so sharp that I bleed in pleasure.
I long for you, to bite me so forcefully, the marks they take weeks to heal.
I long for you, to hit me and beat me until at least a broken bone.
I long for you, to tie me so tight, that I can't move unless moved by you.
I long for you, to just whisper in my ear, with nothing but your breath oh so sweat.
I long for you, till even I find, I have a sick and twisted mind."