Trapped in a CB

Trapped in a CB

In the soft bubbles, the melody resounds
of captivity and confinement
the notes of his surrender;
having become the property of his Mistress

Caged, trapped, with no escape
the painful peak, tells his raw testimony
of the daily realities
At a distance from his Mistress
unbearable, but in her presence
the pain escalates further
and the call
for liberation from his fate screams

Will she free him?
Even if only for a moment.

The sounds on my chest
tempt me to smile
they tell the story
of one-sided freedom: My freedom

With every movement, the melody
of my private slave resonates
It is the sound of his focus
on being there only for me
As it should be

For even in the moments, not near
Physically removed from me and yet
audible and tangible on my chest…

© Mrs Moriah
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