Tuesday, November 14, 2006

The Art of Bondage



the soft caress of silken rope
I can't see see what you're doing
I can sense you but I feel lost
behind the blindfold
I reach for you
your voice soothes me
gentle, sensual sounds
comfort me
as you tighten the cords
against my most tender flesh
my legs feel weak
my knees want to buckle
I feel deliciously alive
awake
anticipating
all of it

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