I’ve slapped you, pinched you,
Called you a whore.
But still my love, my angel true,
You want me even more.
I’ve taken my belt to your sweet soft skin,
Left you with bruises and welts.
But you still gaze into my eyes with love,
A look at which my heart doth melt.
I’m the beast that ravages, leaves you sore,
I’m the darkness to contrast your light.
But I’m also the man that worships you girl,
And dreams of you every night.