Bound
Bound at the eyes,
Tied at the chest,
Tightly held against your breast.
My mind shrinks back,
My soul delves in,
My hearts in your hand
My flesh gladly sins.
Your legs bound round me,
Holding me here.
The fact is I wont leave;
That I should though, is clear.
Were bound at the hip,
The sex,
The wish,
Your screams, your arms,
All held in my grip.
Your hair ensnares me,
Holding me to my task.
How I had wanted to wait,
Too late to look back.
My love, I am sorry!
Though I am holding you now,
Our wrong is apparent
As the sweat on your brow.
All I had to offer is spent,
And, though our love is true,
This recompense could never be worth it,
And neither can you.
I just wrote this last night, and I do realize that the subject matter is a touchy one, but I do believe that it is right in this sense. If I offended anyone, I appologize, but I couldn't say this and not get a dirty, gritty feeling. Give me your thoughts.
I am aware,
Isacc
Bound at the eyes,
Tied at the chest,
Tightly held against your breast.
My mind shrinks back,
My soul delves in,
My hearts in your hand
My flesh gladly sins.
Your legs bound round me,
Holding me here.
The fact is I wont leave;
That I should though, is clear.
Were bound at the hip,
The sex,
The wish,
Your screams, your arms,
All held in my grip.
Your hair ensnares me,
Holding me to my task.
How I had wanted to wait,
Too late to look back.
My love, I am sorry!
Though I am holding you now,
Our wrong is apparent
As the sweat on your brow.
All I had to offer is spent,
And, though our love is true,
This recompense could never be worth it,
And neither can you.
I just wrote this last night, and I do realize that the subject matter is a touchy one, but I do believe that it is right in this sense. If I offended anyone, I appologize, but I couldn't say this and not get a dirty, gritty feeling. Give me your thoughts.
I am aware,
Isacc