The corsets bend my ribs to your every command,
They straighten your grin and numb my pale hands.
You give me a lit candle as we silently dance,
And whenever I stop, you push me down in the sand.
I get up and reach for you, it feels so easy.
These games you play, they break me and tease me.
Is this the rock bottom or the coast of a deep sea?
No, I cannot tell, I sip you like green tea.
The metal cages you build shock my fingers,
You try to keep me from becoming an ice-cold thinker.
One touch of your skin and I forget that I am sinking.
You leave in a rush, but your scent, it lingers.
And I know this is a trap, I do not need salvation.
You have become the king of feeding my temptations.
If I keep my shoulders straight and just stay patient,
We will both burn in the passionate flams of damnation.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 