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Those dirty, dusty midnight fetters

clamped 2 her coffee stained

sun cracked ankles

were bound 2 leave

light scars and

sparse bleeding

when this was done

she is not dangerous

she is not in danger

she was just out acting

now she is just acting out

who cared besides she

who didn't apparently

care that much

so here she lay

as she'd done b 4

she'd become prey

2 4 get the past

the minutes

the yesteryears

the yesterdays

she appeared helpless

legs held wide apart

among a variety of costly

oversized feather pillows

that needed no fluffing

she lost within them

elevated by a bloody red quilted duvet

a massive antique chest of drawers

w/holding tiny locks,keys, trinkets

invited anxious fingers 2 rummage through

but just not hers

royal velvet paisley patterned curtains

gathered up the darkness

daring sunlight to

try 2 peak through

she didn't want 2 b here

yet she was

and those greedy enormous

unfeeling palms

no she didn't want 2 feel them

grope her tender supple breasts

that nasty snake of a tongue

wet with anticipation

no she didn't want 2 feel

that slither between

the passageway 2 her canal

no she didn't want 2 feel

his loveless sculpted bronze frame

hovering heavily atop her own

oh she had heard it all

the lies

she heard how beautiful she was

how nice she seemed

how smart

how giving

how this

how that

dare she believe

liewords

blended together with the slow sound

of ministrel music

wordslie

deep beneath the surface

of her subconscious

feigning pleasure

both hands block the entry 2 her eardrums

now she didn't have the misfortune of

eavesdropping letters

that formed phrases of no content

she only had 2 heed her timely moans

which rang loudly in her mind

no she didn't want it like this

she had her own ideas of

love

loving

and the making of it

this was not it

yet it had always

proved her wrong

escaped her grasp

time & time again

& time & time after

time

so she lay shackled

like a little dark child love slave

so pleasurable was her cushion

4 those pushin'

so hands 2 ears she cried out

gyrated her torso in

stripper laced motions

she could c through squinched eyes

that he would b finished soon

she couldn't c that she had

done nothing so wrong in life

2 punish herself like this

except that she

somehow somewhere

got the impression that

she deserved such castigation

that she must

give it away

like this

allowing anyone

who expressed an interest

anyone

who pretended 2 care

just as long as she

kept the shield over her fragile heart

this was the payment her body ransomed

2 keep her heart free....