Flying in Chains

Temps are falling

Long nights

Home feels like a unhappy cage

Even emptier when you're here

When you tease me

When you take and leave me

Hanging.

"No Dom" you say

But you won't step up.

I'm left with fantasies of

Leather

Rope

Wax

St. Andrew's crosses and fun restraints

Of tasks and directives

Of "come here, pet"

And "tell me your thoughts"