The knots tighten
you squirm and fight
for breath.
I let you scream,
I let you speak,
I'll set you free.
The soft hum,
of lust hangs around you
and you submit to it.
I'll show you lust
I'll show you pain
I'll show you freedom in disapline.
I take you to that inch,
the one last inch
where you are free.
I smile at this game,
where you are trapped, but free
so, please, please, scream for me.
((I wrote this after watching V for Vendetta..))
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