Young women have a lot to deal with when finding their feet in life. Men can enslave and become opportunists, it is difficult to find a man who has no attachment to desire and doesn’t want to have his way. Let them be, let one find their place, their life, their own inner love. Maybe some words will help relay the issue:

I locked her in the house

My desire never satiated

Tissues, clean up the mess I made

I am forever hoping that whores nest is soft

Yet hardness moisture sweat

Never left a key

You can use my laptop

You can shower

When I am back you will have to shower

Homeless make her mine he thought

Nothing better to do than be locked in

Ready for me

Ready for all of me

There is no saving grace than climbing out a window

Window to the soul

A hole in the wall

An orifice for doors and windows

Inside her is the gnawing dread of not knowing a place

Knowing her place in a world that wants to fill 

Fill the emptiness

Empty the vessel to allow more

She broke free eventually

Put herself into a place 

It was her own

Her real choice and freedom

No more locked doors and hidden keys

No more men having their way

Just to feel a rush a release

For slaves to desire never abet freedom