My arms of leather have embraced you
My chains of love have been attached
Quivering in anticipation
You cage has been unlatched

Meekly you crawl across the floor
Assume position, holding still
Fingers clawing in the carpet
Ready to meet your masters will

Silently I sit and watch you
Tension builds and I can nearly hear
Your heartbeat as the clock ticks on
The room fills with the smell of fear

Blood is pumping, adrenalin racing
Under your white and sensitive skin
But before the opening whiplash
I admire the state you are in...


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