Subjugation
An inch more deeply in, and you will be
The emperor. Has no one told you that?
More likely you have learned it as the key
To living like the spoiled Persian cat
Has learned that biting robins with his fangs
Trumps petting by a ring-besprinkled hand,
The more the fluttering pain the better. Bangs
Of pain inside the other are not bland;
They bring the ultimate in selfish joy.
The deeper in you go, the more you get
The thrill of conquest in the juicy toy.
The deepest desperation makes your jet
Of triumph all the more ecstatic in
The final pulsing moments of your sin.