The Bondage Of Love

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A Hurricane.

That is the bondage, that is love.
So soft is night,
Against the death of shadows call.
For this innovation, let me be your guide
Your love softly, gently, spilling over into so many forever's yet to come.

My soul drenched, in such a sweetest
Sliding from one lifetime to another
Oooh, it is your nectar, I here do seek
My life, saturated,
The glistening of such a life giving ocean, Dripping deep within your soul's love.

Your taste, my madness,
Your eyes, my salvation shut tightly,
Soaked in passion.

This consent sipping of you, an elixir,
Thrown open this flask of immortality
Sliding from one lifetime to another.
I have no doubt
Still trapped in your chains,
My wrist bond to you
In your bonds, to me.
Except for death of all life,
I think there no exception, escape,
I too am lost.

This time perhaps the last?
Said the last.

Submission, to love a very complicated set of variables, to command.
Listen! Hear it?
Ambers cracking,
Beneath stone alter in hidden forest.

A flame burns across the bridge now
Who could have known,
You would be the one
Forgive me.

Come Quickly!
We'll take the chariot.

The bondage of this love, your love,
Against night, it engulfs,
Overwhelms my senses,
It drowns me in your sweet fragrance.
I can only surrender

As captive, as prisoner,
Me the captor, captive in your eyes.
Look at us here, so close to Darken Gates
Fire reaching cites edge, at rivers end
Sinking into the soul of you


Come let me taste you my sweet
Embrace your lips in this flood of tears
Our hearts still opened.
The whip in hand.


© 2006 Lafayette

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