Masochism's Lacking

The book,
its spine loosened
and pages fluttering,
lies deserted and unclaimed.
It's blurb bragged
fantasy, every woman's dream
and they want it to be theirs.
They want consumption,
breathlessness, they want
to clench their thighs when the
man talks dirty, they want
their pants to parallel the woman's gasps
to tingle with glee at the threats of
spankings and ropes

But they only feel hollow
when the world's standard of sexy
draws hesitations and ponderings of
"Is this supposed to turn me on?"
they glance around to see if others
cringe at the promise of
plugs and whips and members
and yet the cannot find
the discomfort they search for.
And so they, with a sigh,
give up
trying to find their own pleasure until
they truly understand the role
submissive