Handcuffs or How I Wish I Could Enjoy Valentine's Day

Behind my head,
My hands
Are chained.
Held together
With cold
Handcuffs.
Biting into
My wrist
With every
Subtle movement.
Naked
Gooseflesh
Sitting upon
Cold concrete.
Back against
A metal pole.
A door
Opens wide.
Harsh light
Floods my
World of
Sweet submission.
She enters
My life again.
Down the
Stairs she
Walks,
Clad in
Black leather.
She advances,
Whip in hand.
I weep
To myself
For she’s
Come again.
She strides
Over to me
And plants
A kiss
Upon my lips.
My violent
Weeping
Turns to
Giddy joy,
As I realize
She’s here
For my fulfillment.
She’s come
To tighten
Those cold
Handcuffs