Oysters & Chocolate


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Wheelchair Bound

By: Altaira Hatton

Tags: Bondage Erotic Poetry

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Ropes twist from each wrist.
Thin leather, light as a feather,
bind spoke and bone.
 
 A gag, an orange flag,
caution, object in motion.
 
 Naked skin, chrome rim,
buckles, rivets, nipples,
hermetical black vinyl.
 
 The image of bondage,
of fantasy or fear?

 My reality, my physicality,
reflection, sensation, perception,
ties pain to pleasure.


Originally published July, 2008

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  • SamanthaSade
    7/8/2008 5:48:33 AM

    This poem is so dynamic -- poignant and sexy all at the same time. Love it.

  • Missy
    7/8/2008 3:03:24 PM

    Thoughtful, evocative, sensual, eroticism is a preceipice An imaginary line of balance of pleasure and pain. 4 stars!

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