When I try to move
the ropes upon
my wrists and ankles
bite with sharp reminder
that I am Your slave.
Yet I test them
because my mind
demands I know that
I am owned and worth
nothing unless I am Yours.
My freedom being unwanted
You have left me bound
knowing that Your skill
with ropes will hold me fast
until You return.
Yet still I squirm and fight
Your hellish cords
wanting them to hurt me
in ways that You intended
when You left me bound this way.
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From the Francesca Anderssen collection of 101 **** Verses 2016
I try to put my thoughts into verse, to reflect the joy I have found in **** relationships over the years
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**** Verse, by Francesca Anderssen, 101 poems for ***** lovers