Confusion that never stops
The closing walls and ticking clocks

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She aches to find herself on her knees

a warm kiss touching, like a soft spring breeze

She aches for a blindfold to shut out the light

and a whispered promise in the dead of night

She aches for her wrists and body to be bound

as she listens immobile, alert to each sound

She aches for his hands, his feathered caress

teasing a nipple, fondling her breast

She finds only confusion that never stops

and closing walls and ticking clocks…