Break me

Break me, she asked me.

With the desperation in the middle of her clear eyes. 

Beat me, hold me tied, 

get me worked out until the point where excitement
and breathing get confused until

I can abandon myself. 

Do it just hard, 

do it slowly but don't make me suffer, 

just make me yours, 

she yielded just in front of my eyes.

Break me in thousand pieces and for thousand times. 

Let me disappear in the pain of being in your hands, 

on feeling that intensity inside me. 

Construct me from your strength, 

hold my pieces in your humidity. 

Pull my hair, tie my soul. 

Let me reach you in the form of nothing, 

let me be your dust. 

Because broken in pieces, 

Because being so small, 

I will feel the sensation of completeness 

And I will finally tell you 

what's the purpose of suffering more...

Conversations with a masochist.