Sexual Prisoner

Dark. Cold, Wet, Unyielding Dark. 

How can someone's fear be so sexy?

Ignorant like a child I am entranced. 

I click my lighter, looking for the spark.

Why does thinking of you vex me?

Weak in the knees I lose my stance. 

Such power over my body, my sexual monarch.

Where am I, laying scared so flaccidly. 

Worried yet filled with suspense.

Dark. Cold, Wet, Unyielding Dark. 

When will I again be held sacredly?

You've altered me, like antisense.