Vice

It's tight...this metal binding my hands...tugging at my feet...mind is trapped...barred in...as I do what I want...and deny the sin...less brings more...action with...hushed reaction...a fraction of your time...complete satisfaction...sex oozes off...the marble mantle...like the game...you slid off your tongue...into my ear...then confident...you now lay awake...fearful...little boy...turned raped man...hand-cuffed...ready to go...wanting to keep...draining every drip of enjoyment...out of this experience...out of me...no thrill...have I found...bound to this flesh...tired by your arousal...sorry...for you...my bondage is ending...maturity's set in...you're just starting...we exchange...old keys for newness of life...so we think...over and over again...now you're stuck...and loving it...the bindings...so tight...like you...left...cuffed to my bad habits...clinging to my marble mantle...as I walk FREE...out the door...