Cuffs ©
Inspired by Jack Vettriano
Starched white cuffs, caress your
face
As Blindfold takes your light away
Cigarette smoke rises, you know
your place
You try to speak but what to say?
Legs array, wrists tied on chair
By ribbon of red, and deep with
bow
Gentle hands pull thro your hair
Your smile in tense, it is what
you know!
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