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Strings, musings on - 5


Some take stout rope        Some take nylon
I take silk as I love the feel,
especially when wet

soft bindings,
              slow cadences
she smiles as I use the
strings to tie her down
a blindfold over her eyes
no sight allowed
Sound is a must,
that slithering, that rasping,
that exhalation

All she must hear  
as they come closer
and then further
who are they what are they
Is it not her right to know
a slave she is  
yet what did she give up?

Holds her gaze to Him      
and then drops it lower  
doing obeisance      
is that expected          
can she dare hope
and then be tied
to the end of the bed

a toy      Nay not she      
and Yet when her One asks it of her
she would do more than asked

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