Wife and The Fence of Morals

Always standing she was, Respectable Wife, in her comfortable world
encircled by the razor-tipped fence of Their Morals
never going anwhere
never seeing anything
always ... standing ... still.

She saw the fence one day, for what it was, and felt herself
constrained by that razor-tipped fence of Their Morals.
having never gone anywhere
having never seen anything
always ... always ... still.

She approached the fence one day, to see it up close, and felt anxious
so close to that razor-tipped fence of Their Morals.
now having strayed a bit
a brief glimpse of the other side
for once .. for once ... in motion.

She approached the fence another day, to feel it up close, and felt emboldened
less afraid of that razor-tipped fence of Their Morals.
startled by his approach
intrigued by his approach
the man on the other side of the fence

She walked the fence that day, her fingers gliding along the chain links, and felt titillated
her voice carrying through that razor-tipped fence of Their Morals
conversing with his voice
fantasizing with his mind
still feeling safe from that dark man on the other side of the fence.

She could not forget the fence all day, her thoughts full of fantasies, and felt motivated
to walk that night along the razor-tipped fence of Their Morals
communing with his mind
sharing with him her secrets
that interested man on the other side of the fence.

She pressed her body against the fence, her mind full of sensations, and felt the need
to taste the other side of the razor-tipped fence of Their Morals
nipples protruding through the links
reaching for the illicit sensations
promised by the man on the other side of the fence.

She made her mind up to climb that fence, drunk with the perversions, and grabbed the top
to reach the other side of the razor-tipped fence of Their Morals
her hand sliced by the razors
her will power deflated by the pain
she retreated from the dangerous man on the other side of the fence.

For weeks she stayed away from that fence, tender with the pain, and convinced herself
she had no need to discover the other side of the razor-tipped fence of Their Morals
her wounds still fresh
her mind distressed
she ignored the patient man on the other side of the fence.

She existed in her world surrounded by that fence, memories of pain dimming, occasionally glancing
in the direction of the razor-tipped fence of Their Morals
the scars on her flesh healing
the fantasies of her flesh rebuilding
she conjured once more that evil man on the other side of the fence.

She touched the familiar steel of the fence, cold and rigid, and began to look upward
at the obstacle presented by the razor-tipped fence of Their Morals
the fantasies even stronger than before
the desires sufficient to move her over
to meet the decadent man on the other side of the fence.

Her flesh endured the sharpness of the fence, cruelly slicing at her mind, and then she was over
bloodied and on the wrong side of the razor-tipped fence of Their Morals
he devoured her scratched body
he drunk from her scratched soul
that perverse man on the other side of the fence.

She awakened looking up at the fence, the other side for the first time, and she scrambled
to reach comfort again on the right side of the razor-tipped fence of Their Morals
the razors slashed more violently
from the bad side to the good
because of the shame of her dealings with the man on the other side of the fence.

Another day she slowly approached that fence, the pain still fresh, and she resisted
the impulse to again climb the razor-tipped fence of Their Morals
the fear of pain drove her away
but the fear of comfort would bring her back
into the world of the all too knowing man on the other side of the fence.

She stood dressed as a whore by the fence, the pain controlled, having killed
the woman who would jail her with the razor-tipped fence of Their Morals
Climbing ever higher in order
to sink even lower
bringing herself back to the nasty world of the man on the other side of the fence.

She waited for him on his side of the fence, her fate sealed, and she sank
as the ground sank beneath her outside the razor-tipped fence of Their Morals
lower and lower her mind
until she was in a hole
deep in a hole waiting for the man-beast of the other side of his fence.

It was there by that fence, in a hole of her own making, that she found
the siren that beckoned her over the razor-tipped fence of Their Morals
in that hole
he discovered her
and he crawled down
and inhaled her
the woman perfect
for the man perverse
who opened her mouth
and embedded his cock
as she wanted
as she needed
and he took great pleasure in this
this whore come over the fence
the fire in her mouth
foreshadowed the fire in her cunt
and he ripped her legs wide
and exposed her reason for being
and sought that fire
and found it
found it in a hole owned by the man on the other side of the fence

She stood again by the fence, the wrong side, and was compelled
to climb back over that sharp top of the razor-tipped fence of Their Morals
her mind wary of the cuts
her body filled with shame
obeying the instructions of the cruel man of the other side of the fence.

Now she climbs that fence, a woman possessed, whenever the strength returns
to lift the whore over the razor-tipped fence of Their Morals
his hole ready her arrival
her pain awaiting her return
after she is thoroughly used by the manipulative man of the other side of the fence.

and this was her fate
to journey back and forth
across those sharp Moral Razors
his hole providing the whore pleasure
Their blades providing the wife penance
Did she cross the fence for the whore's pleasure?
Did she cross the fence for the wife's penance?
That perverse man doesn't care
so long as she is there in his hole for him.

So long as she is there
in his deep, dark hole
for him.