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My Front Row Seat

My front row seat, nine inches away
I wait in obedient silence for my gift

They sparkle, dangle from your deft hand
My body betrays me, hardening, welcoming

You laugh, you joke, you toy, you bastard
Jaws open, they’re positioned, you pause

You relax, they tighten, tighten, tighten
Cruel theatrics replay a sadistic encore

Pinching fades to a burning, throbbing
Entwined chain between your flexing fingers

You make your tethered marionette dance
Leaded weights are added for good measure

Finally, pain subsides to a dull, raw ache
Then I see your wicked smile …

Time once again for the worst part  
Written by LeColonel
Published | Edited 10th Jul 2012
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