rope
bound
tied
up
no
escape
gave
up all control
he's
wants to suspend me in air
there
is a part of me inside that wants to break free
we
have a silent communication, the Master and me, I'm his boy not a toy
he
binds my legs and arms, wraps rope around my chest and my scrotum,
nothing too tight but tight enough to suspend me inches off from the
ground
Fibonacci poem
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© 2014 by Patrick B Vince
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