Covered

Covered

In the manger are secrets that sleep

Awaking in the dead of night they creep

Hidden point of orgasmic gratification

In the mind stored deep away from voyeuristic intrusion

If eyes could speak the world would blush

Not from embarrassment but exposition of rush

Kinks in the make-up the opinion from envy

Tormented voices twisted by inhibitions from Hades

Gathered in deliberate twilight when only allies alight

Cast shadows that secretly unite

Act out that which resides in the deep

Reaching heights that the gods hide and keep

Price paid is a determination made

Risk reward is the ultimate freedom grade

Subjective value quiets criticism

Seeing not thru’ a bland tunnel but Caligula’s prism