You bound me
With silken threads,
After a long
Seductive tease.
Around my wrists
You gently wound
Your uniform
Of manhood.
Snatching it tight...
To heighten the spell.
About my ankles
You moved next,
To secure me.
Miles apart it seemed,
You slid closer,
And closer still, until,
Gorged upon my heart,
You chained my will
To yours.
Now, unfettered,
I am prisoner,
Still, of the hope and fear,
That you might
Tie me again,
With gaudy neckties,
And make love to my soul.
A contest entry
- Adults only (sorry! haven't had one of these for a while now) by Tattboyspet.
800 points, ended October 30, 2007, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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nice write!
the last line is really great "and make love to my soul" beautiful imagery
best of luck in the contest
~rana~
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really good write - enjoyed it - thank you for the entry
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