“It’s just puppy love” is all I thought
as I tied her ankles together,
wrapping the rope tightly through and round,
making sure that the final knot was taut.
“This is only business” emanated inside
as I took her wrists and bound them
with my boy scout handkerchief
behind her back in reverse prayer-
to prep for her later cries to Him.
“This is all I want from her” I presumed
as the ball gag entered her mouth-
her eyes widened, her lips hugged
the plastic, and all she wanted to say
was passed on to me with a moan.
“She doesn’t want more” was true-lies
as my hands travelled over body, which,
for all intents, was mine and mine alone,
in our little universe that only contained
the room and our own bodies.
I look back on moments like these,
again and again, and consider what I thought.
I replay moments like these and others when,
again, it was just her and I enjoying company
of each other with no one else to interfere-
it was just us at one time, and now I think,
“How I want all those moments again.”
