You are the canvas of your bounder
Written red, mark your skins affliction
His every knot\'s a feast of grandeur
You’re every breath a contradiction.
In total trust your eyes are closing
Willing to feed his lustful art
Impressions of your soul are posing
A child, a dreamer and a heart.
Losing possession of your movement
It gives you freedom in your mind
With every pull the rope\'s improvement
Is cutting mute against the tide!
The time is up, you’re coming down
The bounding story now is told
By a free queen who gave her crown
To those who wanted be her world.