The Pain You Give Me Is Love
I will follow you, dark lady,
by Uriah Hamilton
Through rainy streets
That could never dampen my desire
To be beside you,
To the small apartment
You share with your older sister;
And if your sister is at work,
I’ll slowly remove your clothes
Like Christmas wrapping paper
Until I attain the gift
Of your true pristine beauty.
I will kiss and linger at your breasts
With tears in my eyes
Like a tired and wounded soldier
Finally arriving at his peaceful home.
And If I please you,
You will bite my shoulder
Until I whimper
Like a kicked dog,
But the pain you give me is love
And I will never ask you to change.