Dandelion...Bound to Sir

to be bound is release
the sinking slow away
from reality and thought
free to feel
tingle and writhe
every touch causes flesh to tremble
pressure on wrists and ankles
tight like a lovers grip
limbs stretched pulled
movement restricted
struggle and fight
and knowing there is nothing
that can be done to gain freedom
causes spazms deep inside
at the mercy for trust and love
only aware of pleasure and pain
sweetly both the same
opened and ready to serve
no choice but to please
exposed to passions torture
loss of all will power
as something hard enters
between my thighs
forced pressure
sliding deep stretching
shaking body, wet with lust
and having no control
over when it begins or ends
brought to new highs
left floating and dark
only sensation exists
magnified