They see a collar in your hand,
but it is a heart.
in your loving, firm embrace.
beating, bleeding, pumping for you.
a slave to a space only subs can know,
Glorious restraints,
freedom in the form of a rope…
See.
Breathe.
Love, like it’s the first time.
Creations and reactions
always at the ready with the flick of a wrist.
I bow to you, kneel for you, lick for you, cry for you.
Make no mistake,
you are mine
as much as you know I am yours
perfect unison
powers unbeknownst to the worldly creatures,
never capable of finding the shadows.
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Letters For My Lovers 