The Session

Not particularly sheltered
but still I faltered.
Persistent hesitancy,
the shame of infancy.

Mind games and seduction
your love's my punishment.
My love is your torture
This could be our future.

Under ground with the dead
shock is all in the head.
Mind over matter,
I choose the latter.

Heels smack again,
worthy of this pain.
Cold, hard leather
Kisses my pleasure.