My muse lies naked before me
A shame to try and restrain her
I sit down beside her on the bed
She flashes that smile that begs
So, I exhale and go to the chest

Her wrists are cuffed to that click
and behind her back arms are bind
Stroking her chin, a grin beams back
I place a finger in biting range but
it is played with her tongue instead

As she tries to move around on chest
An index finger of mine strokes buttock
With my hand I take her ankles and
They are locked into place metal again
And a chain then links feet to hands

She rolls to her side, in prismatic shape
The ample breasts leaning on each other
Deciding to chain and then squeeze nipple
The sharp pain is revealed in her eyes
Especially when they are bound apart

Kissing her lips for that final time tonight
Tasting the strawberry lip gloss, licking it off
One last play with her tongue on my hand
I take out the red ball with its straps
To imprison that mouth for the night is young