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Willful Bondage

Just as behind the plaster lies stoned brick,

Behind your master hides a cold whip,

The Leather hide rides the air

Beneath your soft chest

Enclosed in boned ribs

A strong heart beats

But Trapped In caged

As a man engaged

For the wedding ring enslaves

Many a Man,

She clasps upon his obliques

As He gasps upon the bleak

Realization of the imminent weeks, the months, the years;

His heightened senses weak

By her tears,

I’m touched,

But don’t you dare touch me.

Because that Leather hide that you hide so well

Is the only thing that will ever touch me!

She is my master.

She is my wife.

My Heart beats faster as she approaches,

For this is my life.

S E U Nx © 2014