Far-Fetched Pleasures

I'm trapped inside this metal cage,
my arms and legs strewn wide.
And there is nothing I can do
to mask this fear inside.

His strange caress, it tempts me so.
His kisses, they are sweet.
He asks to go on, “all the way.”
I tremble with his heat.

I feel so lost, so out of place.
It's Lust, I know, not Love.
How did I let it get this far?
Now push must come to shove.

I pry away his lips from mine.
He sends a sordid glance.
I try to push him off of me.
He takes a solid stance.

“Stop!” I say, but words don't reach
his ever-deafened ears.
And now I lie, my truth denied,
a mess of blood and tears.

He took away my childhood,
that ever-cursed night.
I'd take it back, if I just could,
my weak and helpless fight.

I'd kick and scream and throw a punch.
No victim would I be.
I would have gotten out of there
before he got to me.

This metal cage, it holds me still,
my unrelenting Fate.
For it is but a baby born,
a mass of cells and Hate.