Bound

This path which you have led me down, surprising even me.
Doing things I'd not thought to do, or found I'd like to see.

Bound to chair and looking on, unable to even speak
Yet the lust and carnal image, is the only thing I seek.

Watching you upon the bed, the urgent heavy sighs
Her touch, your flesh, so vulnerable as she crawls between your thighs

I ache so much, so much aroused, as I sit there in my chair
I strain the bonds so holding me, though no one seems to care.

And as I see you making love, the juicy sounds I hear
I twist and strain, and throb so hard, it becomes a pleasured fear.

Forgotten for a time it seems, eternity passes by,
Climax, ecstasy, out of reach, I nearly want to cry.

Yes this path you've led me down is not one I might have taken
But now I know that afterwards, I'm also not forsaken.