The Rope

The rope is therapeutic
something new to get lost in
something else to make my
heart race and my soul
a little less restless

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Sensual Being

There’s so much I don’t remember. Places I’ve gone, people I’ve been, little lives I’ve lived in service of another’s vision.

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Her Rope

Lately, I can think of
nothing but her

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Lust at First Tie, 2

It’s 2AM and I smell like Mister Jones! I’m drunk on lust and I don’t want this sensation to end.

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Lust at First Tie

He recognized me by my voice and my fingers.

“I saw them moving across his chest. The pink polish, the rings. You did some elaborate knot and tightened it around him.”

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