22Jul/120
Tied
Running it through my hands,
feeling its texture.
Not looking at it.
Looking at you.Images run through my mind,
how you will look,
what I will do.Laying it on your skin,
binding,
restricting,
ornamenting.Making you helpless.
Hitch, weave, cinch, tension, turn.
Beautiful, and beautiful.
Helpless but held.Tied
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