Red Trap

 

I stand here, cornered by red,

A fire I painted with the tiny bits of desire.

I know this treachery, it burns me still,

Foolish but I’d desire that burning flame.

The brush drips, it laughs at me,

A reminder of strokes I shouldn’t crave.

Oh.. up.. and down… this tingle it leaves,

Foolish but I crave breathlessly not to escape.

I smile wickedly, though trapped,

Because this heat is a lover’s cage of death.

No door, no path, no silence, no gasps,

Only red whispers calling me deeper.

So let me live in this burning corner,

Let me drip until there’s nothing left to cum,

This wall of passion be my prison,

And my pleasure is the lock, I dare to savor.