3 years ago. December 13, 2020 at 8:39 PM
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"