Tighter still,
leave a mark.
Something to look at when it's over,
something to feel when your gone,
something to linger.
The beauty of knots
died rope
red like blood.
Just below the skin,
aching to feel;
make me...
Speak to me
in whispers with force-full demand.
My ears need to hear...
what you want,
what you will do,
what you will claim.
Tremble,
anticipating your
tempting tease.
Is this how you want me?
Honey'd skin,
sweet flesh,
velvet tounge.
Bound.
Originally published March 2006 - "Straight Lines and Sexy Curves"