The question,
Caught me off guard,
And it was hard,
At the time,
To answer,
But chances are,
You’re not far off the mark,
For as I lay there,
In the dark,
Hands bound fast,
Your tongue in my ass,
Eyes made blind,
I admit I could find,
I wanted nothing more,
Than what you held in store for me,
So I left wonderingly,
Am I afflicted?
Somehow addicted?
I’m not really sure,
But if I am,
I hope there’s no cure.