Captive Audience

My hands are tied...
I lie outstretched
On this dark bed.
Candles lit

Your smile, sinister
In your hands
Cold gleam of metal
No chance for reprieve

Feel the knife
Edge along my thigh
Your tongue
Follows suit

I moan and sigh
Writhe and gasp
Enjoying this,
Are you?

That smile comes
This time, mine
I'd applaud but,
My hands are tied

- CML 1994