This poem came to me after watching Devils advocate on DVD last night.

In the Torture garden I find you
in your rubber shrowd
feel the club lash
but you need this pain
this diversity turns you on
the chains make you feel strong
you are a slave to your desire
and you could never be free
you have a hunger, a need to be tamed
submission is in your soul
the need for power over you
may never be so strong
look around you
this is the life I have given you
shed your outer skin and breath
he wants all of you
give yourself to him
go on hand yourself over
do it today, believe in the Devils ways.

c. andrew bedell