I owe all my kinks to the church

Don’t tell me I’m good 

tell me I feel good

walk that tightrope

between pleasure 

and pain 

between passion 

and punishment 

don’t you dare stumble 

take my offering 

give me penance 

hands folded 

knees bent 

eyes up

I’m at the altar

at the resting place 

of free will

and submission.