Bent
I revel in the serenity of seeing you tied bent.
Your image fresh in my minds eye of your blindness while
blindfolded.
Each pristine sweat sheen makes its way to my lips
while I tie you so prettily in red cords.
My ways wind round your psyche as I whisper in your mind
and my spiked heels dig into your back as I haunt your dreams.
My pretty little boy… don't play my games
unless your mentality can handle the truth
that you want to be as you see in me
bent over and blindfolded