The Priestess, the Vixen and the King

I probably shouldn't be thinking these thoughts.
But the house is dark and this silence belongs to me.
What's in my mind, all these thoughts are free to escape
And I am stumbling around in thick part of my innocence
and the mess I have made of it.
No escape of this one.
Between the priestess, the vixen and the king
my mind is constricting, conspired against me
I have confronted shifting loyalties in my subconscious
I am stuck at best.
All that I want, and all that I know threaten to break me
If I don't see these fault lines for how deep into me they run
I am ruined by the same ties that bind honesty and freedom
So much like our bindings on the bedside table
There is so much at stake; for whats to lose and whats to gain
I feel the reins of domination; the tether of submission
I try but lose track of the thought that knows where I stand
Who could walk away from this penetrating devotion?
the begging that keeps us coming, the demands that keep us crawling,
the desire that keeps us on our knees.