No Way Out

Breaking out from my Hell hole

prying open the bars of my prison

tossing striped clothes in the air

self-imposed jail harboring

spokes of loveless marriage.

I tunneled through the exit

escaped from shallow life,

examining dirt in my fingernails

from clawing out new life.

“Please release me,” I sighed

when seductress brushed

tantalizingly against my body

A sensual invitation, sidestepping

my guilt and lingering doubt.

“Follow me to freedom,” she coaxed,

“You’re free to explore your fantasies”

I’m your erotic jailer and

I have your key to satiation.

I followed blindly behind her

as she shed her clothes

in a trail of heated promise.

We lay on a bed of feathers

she tied my hands in tethers

to my bedpost of desire

tied silk mask around my sight,

tightly. “You’ve been a bad boy.

I’ll make you beg for what you want

On your hands and knees,

if it pleases me,” she teased.

Rubbed warm oil all over my skin

touching hidden sparks of me

exploring fingers, moist tongue.

I arched my body greedily

to ransack her wanton offering

plunge into her carnal core.

But she had vanished

Arid dust in the air

hallucination or

Illusion or conclusion.

Can’t fathom

in my desperate confusion.

I was captive and alone

in another black Hell hole.

of my own making

imprisoned in my soul

with no way out.