What comes of compulsion?
The turn-sound of breakthrough.
I yearn for such things without ought.

A misstep for healthy,
But a need so fulfilled that
I bask in the warmth of these knots.

Thus, collar me snugly.
I'm yours through our ending.
First unsure, in this trap, what you'd caught.

Acknowledge this weight, please.
The 'anythings' fill me.
Entangled in rapturous locks.