(content warning) Sadomasochism

[billy]

Where does sexuality end and reality begin?
In the bullet train of lust, as we speed towards
our destination, how do we move on from this? [how do we move on feels redundant because of the next line]
How do we leave the platform? Tie me up,
eat me out, degrade and punish me, piss on my face
and shit in my mouth, cover me in boot polish
and beat me with a homemade switch.
But I can't run my daily life with a chain around my neck. [is but needed]
When I promised to be your slave I meant until
my sac explodes. I can't exactly greet your folks
while wearing seatless leather chaps. Thus we
silently agree that those promises I made
were false. I guess I really am a bitch.

the 1st line feels too contrived for me.

for me, the transitional question from L4 could do with an answer at the end of L7 or something along the lines of a 'do you' before tie on L4
i loved L8 to the end. specially 10 and 11, which ids a great image to contemplate. i like it's tongue in cheek approach to the subject.
i think it has the foundation for a really good poem with a few edits.

thanks for the read as always.