poem: against the wall

Bound and gagged
That’s the way you like me
Your way – you take me
Five against the wall
Subdued and masked
A tight fit – but you’ll have me yet
Five against the wall.
Your ego stroked
Your arrogance dominating
A power play is growing flowing
Freudian slips are showing
But you know I prefer it this way too –
Five against the wall, and you.