They would be surprised to know

How comfortable the restraints were

Tightened by the grip of lust

In a moment that seems to degrade but uplifts

The spirit of the broken

They would be unnerved to see

Lingering there in the pain

That ache that begs for more

Hard metal against soft skin

So unseen in that serene smile

They would be aghast to hear

Whimpers of delight in the strike

Sound that hangs in the moment

And lingers on the skin

Leaving a trace of itself behind

They would be shocked to learn

What lies beneath the surface

Of the quiet gentle expression

And sweet exterior

Of the one they thought they knew