Bound with Rope & Love

a slave's view on her life with Master

Thursday, February 11, 2010


If it weren't so late,
I'd write a poem
About how You
Stroke my hair,
Kiss my neck,
Smile back at me
Or maybe about
How You light
The fuse--
Firework finale
But since it is late,
I will close my eyes,
Exhausted and sore
In the very best of ways,
And dream sweet dreams

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