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there was a weekend just the other day
where the city i went with my master to play
to shop for a friend, a birthday gift or two
and while there i discovered the love of latex..
bound with a cord, tight and secured
and topped in an elegance with a delicious bosom
we played, we laughed, and then the party came
and for the moment the spotlight shifted away..
until home we did go, and all alone for once
and our imaginations went and along we did sway
he with the rope, the wrap, and the binds
careful is he, my ultimate partner divine..
i've been quiet, 'tis true, for awhile it would b
yet here within my walls, i've been anything but
we move in a world, 'vanillas' to most
those sad and depressed and repressed in dreams..
i've forgotten the purpose to this written poem
but i assure the viewers i'm not home alone
in fact there is a rope awaiting my wrists
and a set of lips that i'm longing to kiss...