Bondage

BONDAGE

She asked if she
Could kidnap me
Captivated
Awaiting bondage
She was sorely overrated

BONDAGE II

She had ropes tied
Where her wrists met
Lights on
The stage set

Suspended
From the ceiling
She found her strength
By giving in to this feeling


BONDAGE III

Had me tied up for days
Only allowed to feed upon your gaze
The wrists burn
As the tides turn
You left like a breeze
With rug burns still stinging on my knees

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