Come live with me in bondage bliss,
And you will savor rope’s sweet kiss
Upon your wrists, around your arms
And twined among your girly charms.
There you will sit upon a chair
And feel your freedom disappear,
As cords control, restrict and bind
And leave you ever more confined.
There will I fix thee to the wood
And gently, even though I could
A cruel bondsman prove to be,
Run sweet caresses over thee.
A gag made from a rubber ball
Will muffle you and render small
The moans that do escape your lips
As all desire for freedom slips.
With bands of rope around your breasts
And through the cleft where yearnings rest,
I’ll give you pleasures unremoved,
As you become my pinioned love.
A leather collar, stiff as stone,
Will rest upon thy collarbones
And mark you as my property,
Should you devote your love to me.
The strictures that confine you here
Will set you free and bring you near
To bliss eternal, if you move
To join me in sweet bondage love.
Poem: A Passionate Bondsman to His Love (with apologies to C. Marlowe) (M/F)
Poem: A Passionate Bondsman to His Love (with apologies to C. Marlowe) (M/F)
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Nicely done.
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but little Speedos always rule.
but little Speedos always rule.
That's very nice! It's rare to see poetry like that.
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Now someone needs to do the love's reply to her bondsman. But I don't do poetry.
Nicely done!
Nicely done!
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Don't worry; the incomparable sarobah has done that for you. Here's her reply, as posted on the old site:MisterMistoffelees wrote: ↑6 years ago Now someone needs to do the love's reply to her bondsman. But I don't do poetry.
If all the world and love were young, And truth in every bondsman’s tongue,
These pretty pleasures I might crave, To live with thee and be thy slave.
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Wow ! Nice poem and nice answer too.
A little tenderness and delicacy - you had me searching the word - are always welcomed .
Was nice finding this between two hardcore reads
A little tenderness and delicacy - you had me searching the word - are always welcomed .
Was nice finding this between two hardcore reads
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