Forgive me Father, for I know not what I do.
I am in torment.  I have no place.
This bed we share is a prison.
You have not bedded me
You have tied me in a knot.
And what knots you have tied---
Holding me fast against the dirty sheets as you came
This bed ravaged by such sweet sights.
The girl in my drifts up onto your skin
And I crawl up onto your lap.
My skin whispers a lull-a-bye to you
And the gentle rocking----
You have tied me in a knot
Like you have tied many women before me.
But the girl in me understands
As she hides behind my woman's eyes.
And as you tie me, you ravage her.
Yet she loves the smell of you
And you drink of her sweetness
As my hands and body are tied to this bed.
I will have my time
I will have my say
And you will find yourself swaying
From the knot this little girl
Has tied around you.

MAM 1994
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