FUN
The TSA took the toys
Out of my carry on bag
And when I told you
You thought this trip
Wouldn’t be any fun
Never fear
They didn’t take
My hairdryer and curling iron
So I can still bind your
Hands and feet
They didn’t take my belt
Which longs to taste your flesh
They took my nail file
So I won’t be able to scratch you
The way you like it
But maybe I can get one
From the hotel concierge
I can still bite you
And gently kiss your wounds
I can pull your hair
And hold you
While you cry out
In the carnal midst of
Pleasure and pain
Yes, the TSA took my toys
But I know we can still have fun
