I get a strange sensation
watching you suffer.
I cringe,
but not in fear
or disgust,
but because I see what I’ve done
and I like it;
I love it—
so do you.
You smile
and wince,
as I dig my all into you—
drag my nails down your spine
so you can feel it all,
all the pain,
the pleasure,
everywhere at once.
I only wish
you didn’t like it so much.