down
relying heavily
on words—that will somehow
link
tie
bind
connect
Me to You
oblige Me–and I you
power shifts
grab Your gear
smoldering blaze
oozes from my thighs
hook Your chain
bonds fixed and fluids mixed
drive it home
lacerate me with your bone
forced plummet
scathe past lips
parted in foreseen ambitions
Forced plummet. Scathe past lips. Exquisite Vixen
thank you thank you.
You should get this stuff published. On paper, I mean. So you can see how many people borrow the book from your library.