Sonnet - Captive

Roused from sleep, I find I cannot see.

My eyes are covered with a 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 making escape.

You'll find that you've been given little choice

But to let the evening take its shape."

I begged her, not to loosen the restraints, 

But to free my eyes, so I could watch,

But rather than acknowledge my complaints,

She kicked 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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- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.