Memories

where are the bonds you used to use upon me who was so willing do you tie another now and is she just as thrilling?… I miss the ropes that were my own They lie here still beneath my bed Perhaps you will return one day And tie me once again There has been no other since You were too good at what you did Such love comes by but once To share a life that is now dead I reach and toy with them sometimes Sweet memories of what was Of nights of perfect loving wild to rekindle thoughts of us But they are to be no more I fear Despite my wanting so So I must lie and shed a tear For all we used to know. ****** From the Francesca Anderssen collection of 101 BDSM Verses 2016

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