I should have been wary of your eyes,
Your Clockwork Orange eyes.
Of your fiery hair,
And your mischievous smile.
Come back, don't leave me,
Not here and not this way,
Handcuffed, my face made up,
And deep inside this cave.
Gagged with your panties,
My pants down to my knees.
I cannot get away.
We're not far from the beach,
Children are within reach.
What you think is funny,
Is no laughing matter to me.
My back is killing me,
Mosquitoes bother me.
I thought of you kindly,
It turns out you're nasty.
You're back, swaying lustful hips,
Holding an ice-cream cone,
Pistachio-colored lips.
You're laughing, riding me.
My fears are behind me.