Sadism

I love you.
I think
That is why I want to hurt you.
Mould the lines of my body
To the curves of yours
And dig my fingernails into your wrists
Until your flesh is pale
And the imprint of my nails
Is burning red against your creamy skin.

I want to mar that flawless body,
Shred you up and force my mark upon you,
Rend your silky skin and watch your blood
Spill onto my body.

I want to rake my nails down your back,
Across your chest, your thighes, your arms,
Make a bloody artwork of the white canvass
Of your skin.
I want to bruise you,
Leave you aching, shaking,
Begging for more.