A Chastity Belt

Four days before my birthday,
You came inside the kitchen
When I was preparing the breakfast.
You pulled me by my waist
And the grip of your fingers
Combated with my tender skin;
And I, the proprietress of the magnanimous heart
Was more than willing
To lose the erotic encounter.


My nescient mind was unsuspecting;
This year was to be the renaissance of my sensibility.
When the needle hit twelve in the room clock,
The virulent arrow was already on its way
To butcher my zealous breast.
Each kiss portended the approaching debacle;
My fervent fingers unpacked the gift;
And out came a shinning, armor-like Chastity Belt,
That left my heart dehydrated of love.


I realized that your organs and mind,
Had long ago become measuring machines;
The golden plate of the belt was to slice my thighs;
Because they had failed to convey the warmth of fidelity;
Each time when you ran yourself through my body,
You were only searching for treacherous marks;
But your espionage does not only curtail my movements;
It spits on your amorous adulation;
Now you just own the lock of the belt, not my love.