Pleasure in pain

Disire of mortification

To achieve the extreme

To know the ultimate

To be a slave for a moment

The body offered up to cruelty

To the lash which whips on the skin

Which slashes the flesh, lacerates the back

To feel the blood, thich and warm

Flow over my wounds

Flagellation ...

To thrust aside the limits

To say "yes" to death

Without fear, without remorse

To give up oneself to torture

Punishment and reward

The whip is ambiguous

It distills vice

In a perverse refinement

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