Tu Dolor
Tu Carne
Your Pain
I tie your arms to a hanging rope
Lifting your feet up
Joined to the hands
Leaving your skin free of clothes
Looking at you, a great morbid curiosity invades me
Beating your flesh
With a leather whip
I don't stop until the blood
Drips from it
The pain produces excitement in you
I know you like it but there's more
Spreading your legs
Cracked by the blows
I burst into your body with my member
Stirring with pleasure
Leaving all my weight on you
My impulses tighten your knots
Unfleshing
Your wrists and ankles
And bruising
Your legs and arms
I leave the pleasure to you
I prefer your pain
