Judge

by Krystal McCook

Red lace panties
Come undone
In the chamber
Of secrets

Pink flowery bra
Turns black
After she
Opens the door

Inviting him
She becomes
A raging fire
Burning essence

Spreading through
Until she burns out
In screaming ecstasy
She is satisfied

But to them
Her Satisfaction
Is a weapon
Not be yielded

To them
Her Lust 
It’s a deadly sin
Threatening to consume

To them
Her Uterus 
Is only a bucket
For their treasures

To them
Her Thighs
Are a gateway
For their pleasures

They are the master key
She is always the broken lock
Can she satisfy herself
Without being trialed?