Cuffs

Posted: November 19, 2012 in Poetry

I kneel naked in the shower

The water

Hot

Burning

Singeing

Bound only by the handcuffs

Tight

Constricting

Paralyzing

Drawing blood

But deserved

I know my mistake

And should be

Punished

Tortured

Used

Discarded

Like trash

You tighten the cuffs

Knowing I enjoy this

You stand me up

Shove me to the wall

Teasing me

Stroking me

You see me grow

Longer

Harder

You sense my approaching climax

Drawing nearer

Coming closer

Then a smile breaks across your face

You turn and leave

Leaving me

Longing

Yearning

For what I don’t deserve

In my cuffs

Comments
  1. 🙂
    I’m convinced, search hard in the Eastern European sites, in tumbler, and ye shall discover an abundance of moving imagery.

    Remind me, I have some great url to share, for you to bare witness. The Euro ladies rock.

  2. lisa298 says:

    Naughty boys get what they deserve 🙂

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