Ready...

Ready...

My arms of leather have embraced you

My chains of love have been attached

Quivering in anticipation

You cage has been unlatched

Meekly you crawl across the floor

Assume position, holding still

Fingers clawing in the carpet

Ready to meet your masters will

Silently I sit and watch you

Tension builds and I can nearly hear

Your heartbeat as the clock ticks on

The room fills with the smell of fear

Blood is pumping, adrenalin racing

Under your white and sensitive skin

But before the opening whiplash

I admire the state you are in...

Frodo