Trap, Outcome Different.

I am bound by frozen nervous explosions within my still frame.
Your eyes like burning emeralds as you reach for me your query.
My first invitation to twirl in tandem in another's warm embrace.
With an excited reluctance or bodies cleve in rhythmic oscillation.
There is no music, only the thunderous percussion within my chest.
Inswathed in your embrace I begin to lose myself in your spell.
With you I would dance to the deranged shrieks of mating baboons.
I allow myself to make you my song, coronate you my omnipotent diety.
Halted by madness's glare as what's mine presses yours.
Silently I am screaming, seeking a binding absolution for sinful being.
I didn’t seek to deceive, to steal your affections with my misinformation.
Was I truly so foolish to consider your desire for me genuine, bona-fide?
Or am I but a thieving wretch, the petulant child behind a well laid trap?
I hit the floor, skipping as the river stone on undulating glass.
The parallel streams tracing my cheeks can not deter your indignation.
I become an unadvocated victim in the trial of you accusations.
Once again bound frozen, left to the shame marked by your absence.
You ignorance was momentary bliss, and apiphany my sorrow.
I didn't mean to satiate your eyes, my sleek frame entrancing bait.
I lay here in shameful whimpering, sorrowful of a cover left blown.
How I wish not to be your perceived sinner, yearning for a forgotten mercy.
I make no mends for the indiscretion, your ignorance of me unknown.
Yet I long for an outcome different, our future forever unexplored.