bodyART♥

a whirlwind of emotions going through my head as i lie down.
the cold, hard, leather bedding makes me uncomfortable but I stay
I stay because the outcome will most definately be extra-ordinary.
the buzzing sound gets louder and I start panicking.
he's gonna hurt me, he's gonna hurt me ...
the only thing i could think of is pain.
but -once that needle hit my skin, the feeling was euphoric, unexplainable even.
how can something hurt so good?
this was better than sex -at least i knew i would enjoy this even after we were done.
but just like sex
it was over before it had the chance to get good.
and im back again.
to get that euphoric,unexplainable feeling once again -even if just for a moment.
as i sit there for the third time in a row
i think to myself.
"my body is my canvas.
i'll show the world my creative side.
the needle will make art of me and showcase it to all that look my way.
use me. please use me however you want to.
throw me to the side when you're done with me, i won't mind.
all i'll do is come back for more"