Binds

by joetwo

I stand supplicate to you my love.

Your hold upon me can demand no less.

It is vice-like,

Preventing escape but not constricting.

A gentle bind which calls little enough demand for freedom.

For why would I wish to escape from love

Why would I want to run from you

You are all there is to me

All with whom I would wish to be.

To be bound to you, in heavenly embrace,

Is my paradise on earth.

There is little more that I would want from life.

And for that, I thank you.

 

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