Can't mention masochism without getting Tom Lehere's take on the subject:
The Masochism Tango
How I ache for the touch of your lips, dear,
But much more for the feel of your whips, dear,
You can raise welts,
Like nobody else,
As we dance to the Masochism Tango!
Let our love be a flame, not an ember,
Say it's me that you want to dismember,
Blacken my eye,
And set fire to my tie,
As we dance to the Masochism Tango!
At your command,
Before you hear I stand,
My heart is in my hand... Yeech!
It's here that I must be.
My heart entreats,
Just hear those savage beats
And go put on your cleats,
And come and trample me...
Your heart is hard as stone or mahogany,
That's why I'm in such exquisite agony,
My soul is on fire,
I'm aflame with desire,
As we dance to the Masochism Tango!
You caught my nose,
In your left castanet, love,
I can feel the pain yet, love,
Every time I hear drums...
And I envy the rose,
That you held with your teeth, love,
With the thorns underneath, love,
Sticking into your gums...
Take your cigarette from its holder,
And burn your initials in my shoulder,
Fracture my spine,
And swear that your mine,
As we dance to the Masochism Tango!
Bash in my brain,
And make me scream with pain,
And kick me once again,
And swear we'll never part.
I know full well
I'm underneath your spell,
So darling, if you smell
Something burning, it's my heart...
Your eyes cast a spell that bewitches,
The last time I needed twenty stitches
To sew up the gash
That you made with your lash,
As we dance to the Masochism Tango!
