You whip me all over.
Gashes all over my body;
Pushed to the wall I slump;
Stripped of all I had,
Naked I stand before you.
Nudged and shoved,
The last vestige to resist gone,
My limpid eyes plead for release.
My face between my knees,
I vision your grin of triumph,
When I stand again,
Whence hide your face?
What arguments face mine?
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