Trapped

It all began so quaint, thinly guised

advances leading to full on,

unabashed cuddling.

As limbs like logs

found their proper orientation

under the shuffling of Are you

okay? And I’m comfortable.

Being what I had thought of as,

chivalrous I kept quiet

regarding the ever growing numbness

now prickling up the fingers

on my right hand.

As the dilation of time

exponentially made itself known

in pain something like

frost bite, or

Cutco knives

I found myself wishing for release.

Unfortunately I had already

resolved myself into being,

trapped.

Reviews

[1VJ]

I'ts a good kind of trapped if and when you can get it, thin line between pleasure and pain. An intriguing approach to an intimate moment.

Second to last line, I think 'to' is in error if I'm not mistaken.

[Kenny Bellamy]

You're absolutely right, thank you my friend.