Now

satinsheet


Weightless in a stream of consciousness

My thoughts turn inward

Unfettered by constraints

Reaching for my own desires

Unbound by conventions

My breath whispers want and please

Yearnings long forgotten

Wrap wrists in cool silk

While satin chills bare skin

Bound by need

I rise up to your demand, now

For Me

Valentine, 18 October 2014

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