Thoughts

Slave: Taking The Plunge

My glass ain't half empty, it's full of dust.
It takes all the gloss off my S&m lust
Rubber gloves? They have another name
Dirty? But not the shame

Brush up the dirt and with it the sin
Take off the covers of my feelings within
Ceilings open, hole is wide
Feelings throttled, now it's time to come inside

Plaster over, good as new?
Strong to the touch, but thin in good view
Waiting for the rain, waiting for the flood
Waiting for the day I said I could.............................