Masks

Stuck in a traffic jam
on my way
to your place

Thinking of words to say
lies to make
 to solicit a smile
from your stoic face

You know
that you have the power
to have all my dreams

Crashing

with a flick of your finger

But I adamantly refuse
to give you the satisfaction
of seeing me squirm

Better savor this day
that you have me

tied

gagged

subdued

forced to fulfill

your every wish

For you will never know
Whenthe tables shall be reversed

And I will come collecting
what was rightfully mine.