From Your Masochistic Valentine
by Fredrich MohreA Hallmark card to a Sadistic Lover
You weren't no raging beauty;
no class, like Princess Di.
But you were very special,
I'd like to tell you why,
(open card)
You know I'll always miss you.
Down deep, I really cared.
I'll miss the special things we did,
the secrets that we shared.
The special way you held my head
beneath the sheets at night.
When you were breaking wind,
My God, what a delight!!!
The nice things that you did for me,
you were my love, my life.
The way you deftly pierced my ears,
with your ten inch butcher knife.
I really wish you'd come back, dear.
For that I'd really beg.
I still get chills of ecstasy
from when you shot me in the leg.
I miss your spontaneity
with all it's blood and gore.
Like when you kicked my scrotum,
then nailed it to the floor.
The way your whip cut thru my flesh,
your creative skills, supreme.
then rubbed me down with table salt,
to watch me squirm and scream.
You were so warm and caring,
your thoughtfulness, first class.
When you tied me to that anthill,
then poured honey on my ass.
You were a masochist's delight,
although I'm scarred and sore.
I really miss you sweetheart,
But I'll miss the pain much more.
04/28/2005