Haiku Confession by Anonymous

Haiku from the Cold-hearted Bitch



Cold fear.  Creamy ice cube hidden
in the fridge.  Will she see it?
Do I care?


Sitting on the swing:
"Homey".
"Cuddle?"
"No, I'm fine alone."
My heart stopped


.Bent over, gagged, bound.
Begging moans.
Wiggling the ass.
Shuddering need.
I refuse.