Bound love

You ask me what I love

 

 

and this is my reply

 

 

I love your chained body on my wall

 

 

yes, I love it

 

 

I love the taste of your sweat

 

 

yes, I love it

 

 

I love the fear in your eyes

 

 

yes, I love it

 

 

I love the markings on your flesh

 

 

yes, I love it

 

 

I love your voice asking for release

 

 

yes, I love it

 

 

I love your moaning as you are being teased

 

 

yes, I love it

 

 

I love the feeling of your surrender in my hands

 

 

yes, I love it

 

 

I love your body as I take you as mine

 

 

yes, I love it

 

 

I love the slave within you

 

 

yes, I love it

 

 

And you may ask…

 

 

is it love ?

 

 

It is a sick twisted love

 

 

that does not fit in any frame

 

 

so deep and intense

 

 

that burns like a thousand suns

 

 

leaving no land untouched

 

 

no body untarnished

 

 

no mind pristine

 

 

 

A love that corrupts and binds

 

 

with chains of metal and knots of string

 

 

difficult to take from the body

 

 

and harder still to take from the mind

 

 

It is pure and innocent like all loves should be

 

 

given freely by you to me

 

 

a love that I revere and possess

 

 

and that you adore to feel

 

 

So yes, my slave

 

 

I love you