Science Fiction Series

All Tied Up

All Tied Up

Eyes that serve champagne
     Touch like summer rain
          Kisses that drive me insane.
Why should I resist
     When he binds my wrists,
          Brings me to heel
          With fifty calibers of steel
     And
ties me in knots
​          With his tongue.


​                                                                                             Loren Blowers © 2017









 

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