Most of all

Thoughts of you consume me Images clear and crisp in my head Hand cuffed, arms raised, chain to the hook on the ceiling, At my mercy,
Is it lust? Revenge?or cruelty, Or mabye just wanting you to take my pain,
My tongue needs to taste your skin,  My teeth need to tear it, My nails need to claw at you and rake you raw.
But most of all  I just need you