You tie a ribbon around my neck.
It is my collar;
It is my noose.
But I won’t undo the bow.
As your red lips brush mine,
The satin tightens on my skin.
I can’t undo the bow.
I don’t want to anyway.
Though you choke me slowly,
I let you.
Why?
You are my torture.
You are my pain.
Your blinding black eyes
Enchant
And the fire in your tongue
Spellbind.
I am trapped
And I am yours.