The anticipation of our next meeting
Send a quiver down my spine
I'm wonderfully frightened


the day has finally come
my addiction can be gratified
as you lead me to a chair
i know what must come next
the smell of latex
becomes Intoxicating
as you begin to explain
the proceeding

you mark me up
and lay me down
as my heart starts to bound
blood rushing threw my veins
you start to approach
my breath is broken
you grin and mock my pain

i begin to Relax
Pain becomes Pleasure
Torture is contentment
bask in my bliss

with one last thrust
you task is complete
My body bloody, injured
but I cant complain

as you convey
the speech I've heard
a Thousand times
i think to myself

That Needle
is an Addiction
I may Never Overcome