Twisted Erotica

I am the message, borne with pain
I am the instrument
Without which you shall hear no cries
And breed no discipline

I offer up my forked tongue
To punctuate your words
A lash or two will show their truth
As my caress is heard

I am the lesson, speaking clear
To all who disobey
I am the memory, hope and fear
Of every wanton slave

I am the kiss of agony
Resistance is in vain
A bit more disobedience
Shall bring my kiss again

I am the truth, I am the lie
Born of the Dark yet still Divine
I am the cry upon her lips
Your thought,
Your word,
I am the whip

~ J.V. Altharas