atsuishoto

I'm such a masochist. As soon as I'm back at school with my camera, you gotta see the bruises I've got. Simply beautiful shades of indigo and amber, probably the most beautiful my body will be until I add a few ink expressions to it, for that permanent discoloration
Here, after I spent a night with Sara I decided to put my thoughts to words...

Theres something about happiness
Thats wrapped up somehow in pain.
Just a piece, a facet, of indulgence,
A morsel, an aspect, a vein.
Dont ask me to define here,
What I myself dont understand,
But intertwined with hemorrhaging skin,
And as I relinquish the upper hand,
The friendly bites sinking deep through flesh,
Anger me, even as they enmesh
With a dose of joy arcane.

Admittedly I truly deserve
The deep tissue bruises and dents,
For the lighthearted but persistent sadism
That my own assault represents.
I know its more than a little cruel,
This harassment for which I have a knack,
And yes I get more than I give
In her counter to my attack
That first sets her squirming and kicking,
But I ask why should I stop the tickling
When facing such fine consequence?