Pain & Lace
By: T.S. Woolard
On your knees, find your place.
In pain and in lace
From my heat, you suffocate.
I give you love. I give you hate.
I see the passion in your face,
From my pain, in your lace.
Worship the ground beneath my feet.
For me, is the only reason your heart beats.
In your eyes, nothing can replace,
My pain, or your lace.
Lick the salty sweat from my skin.
Envelope me and swallow my sin.
Over your welts, I will retrace,
Giving you pain, in your lace.
Kiss away my anxiety and depression.
My pleasure is your obsession.
You exist again, only by my grace,
Wearing my pain, and your lace.
Come back to me, and find your place.