Analysis of Desire

She shyly asked me to play along,
though the idea, to me felt wrong.
Her secret wish and tender plea,
A shrouded side I couldn't foresee.

Hands and feet were bound to the bed,
Face down, my glutes wide spread.
Biting the pillow, a tear on my cheek,
She laughed with every headboard creak.

In passion's realm she was tough,
The strap-on's touch a bit too rough.
She had fun, though I hoped not twice,
For my comfort, we'll find a gentler spice.

As I lay in stillness, my insides sore,
Her toy dropped laying on the floor.
I felt dirty, but I saw her happy glow,
Perhaps, in the future, I might not say no.