something about surrendering control –
chip away her varnish and we’ll see –
if he takes aught of her, hold her soul.
if he has tied the knots, she’ll know she’s free.

soaring like a bird, she needs not think.
what happens next is not her plan to make.
to drown in dark sensation, yet not sink.
she yields to him, he gives – and then she’ll take.

her eyes downcast, submissively demure.
when he permits, she’ll gaze upon his face.
and if he choose to hide her eyes from view,
she’ll learn the dark of now, this time and place.

although she does not need the rope,
to be tight-bound – it gives her hope.



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