Bound love

You ask me what I love

and this is my reply

I love your chained body on my wall

yes, I love it

I love the taste of your sweat


yes, I love it

I love the fear in your eyes


yes, I love it

I love the markings on your flesh

yes, I love it

I love your voice asking for release


yes, I love it

I love your moaning as you are being teased

yes, I love it

I love the feeling of your surrender in my hands


yes, I love it

I love your body as I take you as mine


yes, I love it

I love the slave within you

yes, I love it

And you may ask...


is it love ?

It is a sick twisted love

that does not fit in any frame


so deep and intense


that burns like a thousand suns


leaving no land untouched


no body untarnished


no mind pristine

A love that corrupts and binds

with chains of metal and knots of string


difficult to take from the body


and harder still to take from the mind

It is pure and innocent like all loves should be


given freely by you to me


a love that I revere and possess


and that you adore to feel

So yes, my slave


I love you