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My arms of leather have embraced you My chains of love have been attached Quivering in anticipation You cage has been unlatched Meekly you crawl across the floor Assume position, holding still Fingers clawing in the carpet Ready to meet your masters will Silently I sit and watch you Tension builds and I can nearly hear Your heartbeat as the clock ticks on The room fills with the smell of fear Blood is pumping, adrenalin racing Under your white and sensitive skin But before the opening whiplash I admire the state you are in... Frodo © WanderingSpirits 2001 |
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