It is a wild animal
This creature who lives in my chest
Who rests easy, sometimes  (but rarely), behind the
bars that are my ribs

When he gets his way
(When she smiles coyly at us)
he purrs and
wow it feels so good
so good
so deeply resonating
the vibrations shake those bars

But
when he wants (needs)
what we can not have
(When she walks with that boy not us)
His claws, oh, his claws how they hurt when they dig
His angst, his dread, his red savage eyes
spitting and scratching
tearing, ripping
and breaking those bars

Stop! Please! I say to him.
It hurts! It hurts.
But he does not listen,
He is after all
a wild beast

He rips and he tears
Until I give him what he wants
Until I break my own morals
And I kiss her on the mouth
again and again until
His roar and his cry
His screams of triumph
**** my body with tremors
trof joy

If only a leash or a clasp,
obedience could
tame him

If only I could tell him
no
stop

But alas, that is not how it is
he does not care what I say
It is a wild animal
the creature that lives in here
inside my chest
behind these
bars that are my ribs
so close
so unfortunately close
to my beating heart