Mercy, mercy, mercy. <br />The pain empassions me and gets the blood, <br />(and other juices) flowing. <br />At your Masterful hand, <br />I am bettered, beaten, and battered. <br />But the pleasure always follows close behind. <br />Equal in anticipation and intensity. <br />You will never hear <br />Mercy, mercy, mercy, <br />pass these bruised lips.<br /><br />Cassandra Nightshade<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mercy-mercy-mercy/
