Just a nibble

A small prick
three teeth at a time.
Look away in shame before the red came.
As noses touch,
bare fangs and speak the forbidden tongue.
If word of this gets back the reckoning will be swift.
If word of this returns a head will cease to dwell here longer.
It is not regret that stirs the fleeing feet,
but fear of repercussion that keeps the slaves in line.
As the tears are forming,
the sneer is penned behind.
How does the body be such a controller to the mind?
Will you allow each breeze to rock your dreams?
I go.
I get.
I have all I desire.
The corruption is complete for me.
Only the sting of bitter justice,
forced upon my back,
will break me down.