Pure Pleasure

I stood, you hit, for pure pleasure, as pure as glass.

Ran down the back of my neck

The imprint left will not wash away

Scrubbing it raw, I cry unable to breathe.

Bleeding.

No reason, pure pleasure, the shearness of pleasure

Power for your kind, power in your hand

No thoughts exchanged, I was down.

Without reason, without power

The pure pleasure of shearness

Oh shearness of pleasure, of power and hatred.

On the innocent, of which no one protects

For your pleasure of power.

The power of pleasure, pleasure of power.