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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
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
Published 7th Jul 2012
| Edited 10th Jul 2012
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