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Mar 2013
My hands are tied
over my head and
secured to the bed
your lips move slowly
down to my thighs
and once again I'm dead
your body moves
within mine and
I find I sing
your hips that slam
and break through me
are nothing nothing
I am bound
to you
to it
to we
yours and only
yours forever?
for always?
for now?
Bound
Lynsey-Nova
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Lynsey-Nova  United States
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