Behind my head,
My hands
Are chained.
Held together
With cold
Handcuffs.
Biting into
My wrist
With every
Subtle movement.
Naked
Gooseflesh
Sitting upon
Cold concrete.
Back against
A metal pole.
A door
Opens wide.
Harsh light
Floods my
World of
Sweet submission.
She enters
My life again.
Down the
Stairs she
Walks,
Clad in
Black leather.
She advances,
Whip in hand.
I weep
To myself
For she’s
Come again.
She strides
Over to me
And plants
A kiss
Upon my lips.
My violent
Weeping
Turns to
Giddy joy,
As I realize
She’s here
For my fulfillment.
She’s come
To tighten
Those cold
Handcuffs

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