Spilled Ink from the Vault

Brinkmanship. To Pleasure
and Pain, it is a mere game
as they vie for triumph
over the battlefield of my flesh,
and I, I am not paltry collateral damage
nor simply the canvas
upon which this masterpiece artwork
of craving and climax is created.
To yield is not passive.
I participate in the composition
of your opus, respond to your touch,
and you coax a duet
from these seemingly discordant melodies
with a reverberant beat from the depths
of my being, and endurance of Pain
profits harmony that magnifies Pleasure.