As the knife prick into my skin,
His eyes twinkle and lips turned to grin.
Tonight, again, I'll be his slave
I've loved him, but this is what he gave.

He tied my hands and feet
Removed his clothes—in between me, he sit.
Should I be happy for seeing him next to me?
Or should I wish to be gone and free?

Slowly, he moved on top of me
Lust in his eyes, is all I can see.
Now I'm confused if I'm still his princess
Or like them, I'm just another mistress.

I believe that love is unconditional and pure
But now, I am not so sure.
Should I still call this love,
When whatever he wants, he must have?
© uwak