Tied, I can’t escape.
Left waiting for what’s to come.
To no avail, I struggle.
Left waiting for my punishment.
When will he come?
What will he do to me?
Hours passed into days.
Fear is replaced by anticipation.
Day after day I wait.
Anticipation is replaced by longing.
Still, I wait for his return.
Were you naughty this Halloween?
The gang at Sinful Sunday sure was.
Stop by and what other sinful things the gang’s up to.