My toes curl, my feet numbs in pleasure/pain
Just a little more and I will go insane
But yes I want more, need more now
Hard, fast, slow, wild, intense, I will endure somehow

Tears pour freely from my eyes, am I happy or sad
Is this pleasure/pain really good or bad
I need it, I pray for it, I beg for it to last
In this play, my pleasure/pain and I are the cast

My heart hammers through my chest,loud and wild
My voice becomes that of a child
Begging, pleading, demanding and even crying
Even as from this pleasure/pain I am dying

Intensity is at its peak, my blood rushes through my veins
Dashing to the centre of my being like ten speeding trains
No brakes can be applied, I need to feel the impact
I scream my need and hope my body stays intact

Finally my Pleasure stands tall waving its red flag
My senses are carefully packed away in a ziplock bag
I feel! I feel! I feel and I feel!!!!
Because it is the only sense that is real