He wheedles his fingers high into her hair
As he places a key on the bar
“I know that you’re dying to try them
And to feel how thrilling they are”
Despite her gut feeling, and still shaking her head
The temptation proves hard to resist
And she disturbingly hears herself saying
“OK, but only one wrist.”
Her flush is now goose-bumps as he picks up the ‘cuffs
And clicks one end to her wrist
“Now swing your arms round behind you” he says
“Go on.. In your interest, don’t make a scene
‘cos this bar is full of drunk horn-dogs
And you’re in handcuffs…. XXX But it won’t reveal any shackles. “Where then?” he scoffs “Let’s go and begin.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it”
Annoyed that he’d twisted her words
“Too late, I’m taking you with me,” he says,
“To meet some
