Bare

Could hardly resist your advances
When you moved so swiftly, so stealthily
Knew it would cost me dearly
To grant you access to my senses.

Does not help to leave
For you hold a part of me by the leash
My soul and self are not intact.
I can barely retract.

Once so wonderfully endowed,
Now so woefully exploited.
Bareness speaks of my state of destitution.
Rarely do I not reside in isolation.