desheveled

sit in your corner
i will be right here
casting you a sidewards glance
when the time is right

tattered and frayed
panties at your ankles, torn
cut or pulled aside
no matter to you

waiting, shoulders exposed
along with your ego
id along for the ride
with no voice to mention

base and reduced
lost and obtuse
your psyche fragile and fragmented
under my guiding hand