THE WITCH & THE DUNGEON

Trap in the dungeon
By the wicked witch of pleasure.
My body still intact
Enduring a pain that can't be measured.

My limbs start to tingle,
as my energy begins to die.
My vision getting blurry,
struggling to keep open my eyes.

Then,  
just when,  
I feel the Sandman at my feet.
Dungeon,  
cave in,
claps my body shocked in disbelief.

I felt a wet heat cumming from the closing of the walls.
Like an enclosed oven,
to escape I try to crawl.

To no avail,
Who knew a man can be so frail?
Touching the holy grail.
Clearly my passion shall be my jail.

So now I am focusing my attention,
to rally the rest of my body.
While the wicked witch is plotting,
and timing on when to stop me.

I quiver in fear,  
though the exit is very near,
with my false sense of hope,  
she grins from ear to ear.

Such an allure,
as she begins to lure me to the slaughter.
I sense danger,  (pronounce danjor)
but there is a certain pleasure to be martyred.

So in rush,  
I thrust,  
to touch a weakness in her walls.
She cuss,
with lust,  
but then her defense begun to fall.

I see my moment,  
it is clear as clear can be.
When she sees my moment
It was clear to her as me.

So I surged out the dungeon,  
traveling at high speeds.
while faintly hear a voice saying,  
"No, baby don't leave."

I buckled at the entrance,  
stumbling on my knees.
I am passing out by the seconds,  
smiling in victory.

My eyes started closing  
but the last thing that I see.
Is that witch and the dungeon,  
a woman in love with me.