The choice

I wait undressed and to present,
what once would have, shame replete,
hid the exposed that they all see.

They grope with eyes at bare flesh, their
rough lust burning as hands stroke,
but that they want, I look away.

Your heat behind, skin thrills with touch
of soft grazing fingers; as
leather falls, it's said: you are free.

Pain rages at my neck, to go
would make me chained once more; push
and heart is statue: knelt, I stay.