Waiting

Monday evening after work

I tell you to get undressed, quickly.

I tie your wrists to your ankles so that you are beautifully exposed for my pleasure.

I lift you to the edge of your seat and consider what to do next.

I briefly consider what you might have in mind, but disregard them.

I go over to my bag, you hear the zip being undone, slowly, and wonder what awaits you.