Sharing private joy behind closed doors
by like minds without restraint
normally wrapped around like chains
now dropped to allow full access
don't imagine what transpires
this is rude and still a lie
even if the edge is pushed
in imagination's fevered ruse

a vain attempt to deduce
rapture gained by shared abuse
consent allowing so much more
than civility should abhor
to explore without complaint
becomes a gift beyond compare
wrapped in bows or tied in ropes
fun restrictions matter not

such niceties are released
when the actions become a plan
staked upon full privacy
nothing said beyond the pain
the perverse is now made plain
to the partners of like mind
they'll not judge in aftermath
instead asking to go again

these private joys beg for release
break the bounds of calm deceit
pretending to be so much less
than the monster inside of self
within the shelter of those walls
no audience for what transpires
private joy is finally shared
staking claim to play again.

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