Sonnet - 'Captive'

Roused from sleep, I find I cannot see.
My eyes are covered, scarf tied 'round my head.
Attempting to remove it, to be free,
I find my wrists bound tightly to the bed.

"Don't move," comes a familiar silky voice,
"It's pointless, love, to try to make escape.
You'll find that you've been given little choice
But to let the evening take its shape."

I beg her not to loosen the restraints,
But to free my eyes, so I can watch,
But rather than acknowledge my complaints,
She kicks her savage claiming up a notch.

Hours of lust did she (from me) imbibe;
Pleasing me in ways I can't describe.

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