Art of bondage

Love stained on fleshy canvas
paint life in the flow of threads
tickling bristles upon the skin
colours mixed with sweat
nylon ropes gathering expectations
flowers and knots down the spine
binding arms behind the back pulled tight
total bliss excelling deep relief
bound in bondage rope
turning ragged body into the art itself
tantalising libidos rise
tease desire in fibres confines

With shoulder blades
like angels wings
and arms bound so tight
With blood red flowers entwined
and down on bended knee
My love and lust wage war
to free your bonds
and set you free

Like a caveman dragging their woman
drag me by my hair to your dungeon of bliss
ravage my body for sinful pleasure
I don't need gentle as the flowers
show the power you have over my flesh
I am yours to puppeteer

With every fibre of my being
I cannot believe what I am seeing
As the sweet scent of your caramilk skin drifts in my direction
Your my flesh for fantasy with no,mercy,and no protection
You bring the beast from within with your teasing
I'll feed you my slave
If you don't misbehave
To your every lustful pleasing

I never got the whole bondage fetish;
but then again, many
who've never known, hunger's - pains
jump out of windows
because boredom, became a burden
that was too much - work
for them to survive;
in that sense, a little tied rope
is a better way, to abuse yourself
out of that boredom, cycle
just remember
rope burns, can sting like hell...
lol

"I feel trapped my love" a whisper cried,
"Oh really, my dear, then go outside!"
Said an agent dressed all in black,
who always seemed poised to attack,
she said "out there, are so many demons,
that you don't know, so why are you weeping?
I keep you warm, they will bleed you dry,
at least in here, you both laugh and cry!"
"Very well mistress, I shall behave,
let your callous candour, ensured I'm saved,
but I beg of you, assure me, don't be absurd,
when all gets too much, please heed my safe word!"

The cry of a you girl hasn't been seen..
The ropes of hardship bond with pain..
Neglected, or abused unseen..
She plays out past relations scene.
She's bond her spirit is wrapped up tight..
Abused, misused...her story fright..
These ropes and chains is not a must..
But past relationships abused her trust.

Bound by words of contrition
constricted by his needs
eyes like nylon ropes cut inhibition
as from her all fear bleeds
Angel crucified and song bird muted
kitten down at heel
Her sir stood nested suited
will without touch make her feel