PAIN

To crush her

beneath my weight

to squeeze the breath out of her

to see her wince and struggle

for comfort

and, despite her best efforts,

to fail;

this is what I seek.

this is what I hope for.

This is what I yearn.

For her to hope

for something better

for her to have expectations

that will not be realized

for her bruises to be just noticeable

barely recognized

that would cause me pleasure.

That would make me smile.

That she suffer

that in small ways

her temper is taken

her mettle is tested

her pain is assured

is all I would ask for.

Is it too much

or too little?

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