trust is tough, no one wants
to give it and nothing is harder to earn.
binding her hands to the posts on the bed
nothing can weigh heavier over
a relationship than trust.
from parent to child,
friends and lovers,
brother and sister.
the blindfold pulled against her eyes tight.
she could hear the door open and voices whisper.
the higher the degree
it will build up
of the relationship,
taking it to levels
and emotions that are explosive.
she could feel their breath between her legs.
ready to experience her own personal explosion.
imagine what God must have felt
trusting that man would do what they did to his son.
imagine that knowledge and control.
power like the flood she was feeling now.
muscles twitching and aching spasms.
filling the room with screams.
until her control returns.
with eyes watering she orders them both out.
"for the love of God"
trust can be reached on levels both known
and desires that are shown
and torn to the surface.
she lays naked on the bed
wondering what the hell she got herself into.
as I ask her
if she's ready for me.