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The first four words
ever spoken by you
had me tied up in knots,
I know now the game
played softly of course. 
I promised then
this love-drawn devotion 
would always be yours. 
And on that soft bed 
you truly swore
to lay in wait
wanting the feel of rope
to take all balance away. 
There are things
I can ask of you
and no one else. 
Beauty in transition
the sky turns moody
and from the start 
there is this vision
I’ve always had of you 
bent over softly 
my positioned doll
you’re lovely of course.  
Another layer,
tighter please,
you ask 
only if it pleases you. 
Wrists are offered 
up as gifts
so the kissing hour
can start. 
her room gets dark
the temperature code
on fire
next to her
I can honestly say
I love
you.