Grown, shaped to be
A statue, only to seen
Visually yours, nothing more
Internally unreadably
A jester performing, unmoving
Inside the mind, I gallop
A secret, for you, behind closed doors
Or, at least, just out of sight
This is not for the spectators of life
This is my private world, for you
Taking, being taken
Lustful, dark desire
To see and be seen
Without judgment
Concentration, focus
The loss of self
On fire, becoming the flame
Riding emotional, physical
******, mentally owned
Owning the other
A balance in twine
Knotted, spliced together
Brought, bought, sold
Without hesitation
Drawing blood
Coated in each other
A tingle waves, builds
Forced back, anticipation
Brought again, held tight
Around the empaling spike
A release, it comes then again
Riding a wave, emotionally tied
Physically, a piano mastered
Not a slave, without one
There is no other
The wave crests, violence ensues
Assured by the other, safe
A composer of two
The body, bodies
So much more, ours
This, behind the eyes
The statue's mind
Staring out at you
The passé veil
Separates, shields
Never known
To be seen for stone
Posed and dressed
A mask, seen; controlled
Mine for them: bored
To the heart, devilish delight
Worshipping sensual curves
Thinking not that it's sin
Indulging your fantasies
Only now, made them nine