wrapped up in 1 (prologue)

there it is again:

compulsion in the face of prohibition

desire is a temptress, uninhibited

at times, i am but a moth surrounded by beckoning flames

a house fly, thorax entangled

in the stubborn gossamer web of a barn weaver

fearful

sometimes, somehow... that is part of the allure

fear

limbs tied,

eyes wide,

in wait

am i predator or prey?

would you like me to lead the way?

nothing quite like pure profanity

to jog the memory of our mortality-

morality*

... and i can see you have some voyeuristic tendencies

so, i invite you to indulge in the rhapsody

and watch as i weave this blasphemous tapestry

of shame & of fantasy,

of play & of pageantry

of truth & of fallacy

all wrapped up in one