You bring the whisky.....I'll get the chains.

Seeing the bright red hand print on your body
encourages me to carry on beating your smooth skin.

As Thin Lizzy plays in the background, I stuff your
mouth with socks to listen to the music.

Muffled screams come from the bath as it fills
with ice cold water & slowly climbs to your face.

Chains rattle as you struggle to keep above the water,
laughter booms from my whisky soaked mouth.

The mascara carefully placed on your eye comes
off with ease when your tears run down your head.

You'll never tell if it's day or night as the mask
hides your bloodshot eyes.

I pull you out & throw you out onto the ground,
I decide to dry you off with a genius idea.

The hot wax burns as it drips onto your pulsing chest,
beating faster with every pause between drops.

What's more exciting?
Countless hours of paddling? or buying more candles?

You don't have a choice, it's both.